Thursday, August 12, 2010
Apparently Someone Thinks I Have A Heart
I got a call last week about doing some fundraising thing. Here is the shtick: you get picked up in a Paddy Wagon, driven to "jail", which is actually just a pretend jail inside of a local bar/restaurant. You have to stay there for at least an hour, and you have to make "bail" by raising money for muscular dystrophy. Cute idea, really, but they got the wrong person. When the woman called she said,"someone nominated you because you have such a great great big heart!" I responded by saying "well I'm sorry, but someone was lying to you". 1st of all, "bail" is set at $2400, and if I can dupe someone into giving me $2400 I'm getting my stupid car fixed. And maybe buying a new bag. 2nd of all, I'm supposed leave work in the middle of the day for at least 2 hours with all of the quality paddy wagon time? Yeah, that'll go over well. Not to mention the fact that the bar isn't even going to give me a free beer, I mean, WHAT is THAT? And since I'm a heartless bitch, I don't do things if I don't get something awesome out of it. And I mean something tangible, not that "feeling of doing something good for others" crap. I also kind of feel like there are other charities that need donations too. If it was for some obscure, barely known but very important cause I might be more apt to do it. Not that muscular dystrophy isn't important, it just isn't near and dear to my heart. Had they said it was for autism I'd probably sign up every person I know and would have well over $2400 raised, but that's because it hits home. I'm even more stingy with my time than I am with my money. Does that bother you? Get off me. I never said I was a nice person.