I like to be a good corporate citizen. I like to think I can help others in small ways. Or big ways. Depending on where you consider donating blood to land. I began my donations back in high school. Where at the tender age of 16, I could get my parent’s consent to give a pint and get a cookie. Continued through college.
Moved to Seattle and life changes a bit. Regular, rotating schedules of tattoos and piercings made me ineligible to donate blood. No worries, I know the blood banks need it. But I’m not holding off on adding art to my body in the name of blood donation. I picked it up again after I finished nursing A. Whenever the blood mobile came to my office, I was there. Hey – they still give out cookies!
It must have been 2 1/2 years ago now, I got a rather small tattoo on my ankle. Completely forgetting about the restriction, I went in to donate and was turned away. I’ll tell ya – It’s a different kind of shame to walk out of the blood mobile with a yellow slip of paper in hand. I continued to get asks and rallies and Come On Down – We’ll Be in Your Parking Lot Tomorrow! Each time, I sent a sweet message reminding them that I cannot give blood and please remove me from your list until 1/1/2009.
So last summer when I began the large piece on my back, I knew the drill. No donations. The requests continued to come in, once a month, an ask to donate. Repeatedly asking they remove me from the list. Repeatedly asking I’m off the list until 1/1/2011. The last request I got, before today, I was more than irked. I sent a strongly worded message, no more Ms. Nice Girl. I received a very apologetic email assuring me my record was updated in all the right places and they were choosing to delay my donations until 12/31/2011.
So guess, dear reader, what fucking showed up in my email box today?!
You know, it’s not that the volume is too high, once a month does not even register in my email volume. However…the fact that I have to go through this dance every month? I am now Ms Not So Nice mode. I wanted to say something really rude like, if you email me again and I’ll call the office and be permanently removed from the database. Expletive, bitchy, condescending kind of words. Instead, I chose to tone it down, yet with a thread of superiority to remove my fucking name from the fucking list!
However, let it be known, if they email me one more fucking time – ALL BETS ARE OFF!