Sep 5: How to annoy me.
So I’m trying to get through my reading today (need to read 122 pages each day from now to Tuesday in order to write the paper on Wednesday and have it by Thursday) when the phone rings.
Having it ring at all was annoying, especially since I was in the middle of looking up one of the esoteric words that I didn’t know, so I was already doing two things at once, and didn’t really want to add a third.
But I answered it anyway, and the woman on the other end asks to speak to me. When I tell her that she is speaking to me, she laughs and says “It’s harder to get hold of you than it is to get my kids to behave!”
I hated her already. For a woman who will probably never even lose her virginity, much less get to have kids (at my age, I’m not even sure if I’m still fertile!), having someone flaunt the fact that they have kids is never fun. More importantly, what the heck is supposed to be hard about getting in touch with me? I almost never leave my house. Unless her kids are amazingly well behaved, then her statement — no doubt intended to win sympathy and/or empathy — is both obnoxious and blatantly untrue.
Then she goes on to her point: ”I’m a professional fundraiser for — ”
Part of me wanted to hang up the phone as soon as she said “professional fundraiser.”
You know what that means, right? Someone pays her to call people and pester them for money. The organization paying her is allegedly a charity, but if they’re really so charitable, why are they wasting the money other people donate to them on paying people like her instead of giving it to the people they claim it’s for?
It would be one thing if she had said she was a volunteer fundraiser. But she said was a professional. She’s getting paid for that. Paid with the money people are agreeing to give to that organization, thinking it’s going to help someone. Instead, it’s going to her, and others like her.
That really annoys me.
Especially since I don’t have the guts to say any of that. So when I say “no” I always preface it with the (very true) statement that I have no job. Always. I always make sure to tell them that. And yet they always come back with something along the lines of “well, you don’t have to give a large amount. I’ll just put you down for $20, you can swing that, right?” Seriously, one time they said that right after I told them (again, quite truthfully) that my bank account was overdrawn.
The worst part is, if someone only gave twenty dollars, then not one red cent of it would ever go to the “charity” they thought they were giving it to. It would all go to the massive overhead of the “organization” hiring those people to make phone calls, and then hiring other people to send out mailers, et cetera. (Okay, technically, that is not actually “massive” overhead, but it’s much larger than it ought to be, which was my point.)
It makes me sick.
Worst of all, I have a feeling that the reason there are so many of them is that there are actually some suckers out there who habitually give them money.
That’s the part that really makes me sick.
But I should get back to my reading. I still have like fifty pages to go for today.
Ugh. I can’t wait until we move out of “the history of history” and into some actual history.