Raining meatballs

Good day!
In exciting news: I WORKED last night! It was a short but stressful evening of preparing and serving hors d'oeuvres at a local charity auction, and I now have money. I arrived at the venue at 4:30, which is when I was asked to arrive. Shortly thereafter, my co-workers Sam and Chris arrived, but there was no sign of our boss, Viola. It wasn't until around 5:00 that she showed up, lugging with her various steamer trays and boxes of ingredients. As the hors d'oeuvres were scheduled to be served at 6:00, preparing all of the food had to be completed ridiculously quickly. We had mini fishcakes, meatballs, two types of wraps, three or four tart+filling combinations, and more crackers than is nearly humanly fathomable. However, we managed to get it all finished and served in time, which was quite impressive.

When I returned home, I realized that I am a master packer while I was cleaning out my purse. Everything has it's own place, and everything is neatly folded and organized so as to optimize the efficiency of said purse. I feel that I deserve a show on TLC, but since I have no cake making talents, do not have eighteen kids, do not sell wedding dresses, and am of average height, I am sad to say that I am not eligible for such a position.

-HKing