I am a busy lady. I work full time and when I’m not at work I’m chasing my 1 and 3 year old boys around the house. So. If you want my blood, I am happy to donate it.
When you tell me that I can’t lift anything heavier than 10 pounds for 6 hours after donating blood, I believe you. I don’t want to rearrange my entire day around a blood donation but I do. I do it because I believed that you needed it. That there are people in dire need of donated blood. I don’t particularly enjoy the arm stick or the colossal amount of time it takes for a 15 minute donation, but I do it because I thought it was a good thing, something to help the greater good.
Advertising a blood drive at a local church and then changing the location at the last minute with just a sign on the door? Not cool. But, I had reserved my 1 hour lunch break for blood donation, so I hopped in my car and drove to your updated location. Only to find out that if I didn’t make an appointment (who the hell makes an appointment to donate blood?) then you can’t see me until 3:45. Well guess what? I’ve already wasted my lunch break trying to find you. I don’t have time to go back at 3:45. And after work? I’ll have 2 kids with me, and as the oh-so-unfriendly sign on the side of your mobile unit says, they aren’t allowed in the bus (not that I would be insane enough to try to take them with me in the first place).
That sucked, wasting my lunch break for that. But you know what really, really pisses me off? The fact that you called my cell phone and asked me to come to this blood drive. You. Called. Me. You asked for my blood. You gave me the date, time and location and asked me to come. What the hell is wrong with you??? You ask me to come, and even though I had to jump through hoop after hoop I went. And when I finally got there, you told me thanks but no thanks.
Well screw you. It’s going to be a few cycles before I’m willing to consider jumping through your hoops again. And if you are brave enough to actually call me again, be prepared for a lengthy rant on your inconsiderate and rude business practices.
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