Thoughts on Valentine's Day cookie decorating event

I have at least 48 of each item (cake pops, unfrosted cookies, & frosted cookies). So if she brings in more people that’s on her. I’m providing what I committed to and hope the residents enjoy the event and the chocolate-covered strawberries I’m bringing.
 
okay...here's how this is going:

After leaving three days worth of phone message, each getting crankier, my last call stated that I couldn't work without more information and if she didn't call back by the following day, I was cancelling the event.

The event coordinator finally called me back yesterday.

It turns out she has been out "very sick" with COVID and yet no one knew that at work. Since retirement homes can be a hotbed of COVID outbreaks, I'm not sure what to think of that statement.

Coughing into the phone, she claimed she was BACK AT WORK and the event could go on. I told her I had looked at the area planned for the event and said it would not work with the number of patients she wanted. Her response was simply to say she would stick more tables in that hallway, pull out the two cushioned chairs and she could fit 20 people in there.

Luckily we were on the phone and she didn't see my eyeballs roll to the back of my head. Because it was apparent she had no concern that I was organizing & paying for all this--her only concern was how many people she could count as included.

Astonished Marilyn handed the phone over to Cranky Marilyn, who declared: No. I will not do this if I'm going to run out of supplies for them. Limit this to 16 people and I'll provide 48 cookies to ice, 48 iced cookies to decorate and 48 cake pops to dip. That will give each patient 3 cookie per station to play with.

Then she asked me to put the same supplies on all three/four tables so the patients could just stay in one spot. Again, I reminded her that these patients were NOT going to be able to delicately pipe icing onto cookies and that each station would be a different task. So...no, I wouldn't do that.

After I hung up and slammed my head against the wall a few time, I logged into Amazon in search of KN95 COVID masks.

Today I'm baking 4-5 dozen Penny's sugar cookies and baking the cake for the cake pops dough. Tomorrow I'll make the cake pops, do initial chocolate coating and ice the sugar cookies. And I'm doing this NOW because on Monday I have to spend two hours cleaning planting pots with strong bleach for volunteers who will be transplanting seedling for our annual Master Gardener Plant sale. I can't see me hand-rolling cake pops and handling cookies after hours of bleach.
Hope it turned out as best as it could, given the tough location and dippy coordinator. She's lucky "Jersey" wasn't on the call. 😉 Bravo for keeping your cool..... Retracting dippy after reading your account of the day below. :)
 
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well...it's done. It went smoothly and everyone appeared happy.
And I had to acknowledge my control issues and address them there.

I volunteered for, then planned this event and wanted it to go the way I planned. But life doesn't always go that way, especially when dealing with a group of elderly citizens.

First off, my three zone idea
  • dipping cake pops,
  • icing and decorating cookies,
  • drawing on iced cookies with edible pens
with specific supplies in each zone--did not work. Heather (coordinator) had set up 4 tables for 4 people each (including room for wheelchairs). This meant I suddenly had to divide those very specific supplies for each zone across 4 tables. This meant the edible pens--instead of a rainbow assortment on one table-ended up as only one pen per table. The container of icing to glue on candy hearts had to be divided across 4 tables. Everything had to be divided.

Then the residents started arriving, all either using a walker or in a wheelchair and suddenly, none of my plans mattered. Heather had been right to set up the tables so the residents could stay in one spot and enjoy the event. I wasn't considering their needs, while she had. I turned into the facilitator I had volunteered to be.

Two adult children of residents had also volunteered to help, so each of us (including Heather) managed a table of four. I noticed how difficult it was for some of the residents to even squeeze the Royal icing bottle so we volunteers took over that and left the residents to add the decorations. Each resident worked on a dinner tray and had a plate with their name on it. As they finished each cookies, they placed it on their plate and Heather planned to deliver them the next day after all the icing had hardened.

I had made chocolate-coated strawberries they all seemed to enjoy, although it felt like I should have filled them with U-100 dose of insulin. Heather said they’ll keep a insulin check on them. Michelle (one of the volunteer daughters) said at first she was concerned about the sweets, but said she wasn’t sure how many more days her Mom could enjoy something like that, so she was glad to see her so happy.

I noticed some residents were getting tired after 2 or 3 cookies, and I had made 9 treats per person. So I told Heather we had plenty if others wanted to join in. I mentioned this because other residents had walked/rolled/wheel-chaired over to our area and asked what we were doing. So the "firm 16 people" ended up as 22 residents participating.

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When I arrived at the facility, Heather said she was cleared to pay me for my time and supplies. But it felt weird by this time since the issue had never been discussed, so I told her it was all my donation.

Three hours (and 22 plates of cookies) later, she tried again to pay me—this time I think to get me to come back. She seemed quite happy with the event, so I'm glad. Just not sure I'd do it again.

Oh...and I was THE ONLY ONE wearing a mask.
 
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Marilyn - what a feat! I'm sure you had 22 delighted residents! And you pivoted beautifully. From my experience with nursing homes/assisted living (versus independent) you never know who (literally) is coming to the table. You really made a difference in their day (and for days to come as they eat their goodies).
 
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