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| - "Well, I met you at the blood bank
"We were looking at the bags
"Wondering if any of the colours
"Matched any of the names we knew on the tags"
"You said, see look that's yours
"Stacked on top with your brother's
"See how they resemble one another
"Even in their plastic little covers"
"And I said, I know it well
"That secret that you knew, but don't know how to tell
"It fucks with your honour, and it teases your head
"But you know that it's good girl
"'Cause its running you with red"
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And I, know it well.
And I, know it well.
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Brothers, I donate a respectable amount of blood. And, a lot of times as well. A decent amount of blood and as frequent as permitted by the system. Even when the system is incorrectly deferring my donation to a later date (due to a bad pull by a phlebotomist), I go out of my way to get it manually corrected so I can donate earlier. Pro Tip: One must call (800) 318-6039.
In any case, they should have a better system for phone banking once they think they have an arm that is ready to give blood.
Sample:
Call #1: Thursday.
My thoughts: Oh, this is nice.
My response: I am working at a music festival in California and I will schedule an appointment myself online when I get back.
Call #2: Friday.
My thoughts: Goddammit, I just explained this yesterday.
My response: I am working at a music festival in California and I really am not allowed to be on the phone. I thought this could have been an emergency. When I get back I will take care of it.
Call #3: Unknown
My thoughts: Let me call myself to see if Anthrax (the vaccine, not virus itself) will disqualify me.
Their response: Not Anthrax, but the other stuff yes. Thirty days.
Call #4: Thursday, 8 p.m.
My thoughts: What the hell!
My response: I am at a play and just stepped out to answer. I have been deferred for thirty days due to anthrax (error on my part due to haste in explaining). I will schedule an appointment for June ....
I have seen less desperate vampires on HBO's True Blood®.
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Then, there is the receptionist. The receptionist is the rudest person I have ever had the displeasure of dealing with at any non-profit anywhere. She is rude on the telephone (when one calls in); she is rude in person when one is ready to give what they are incessantly asking for. She is just rude.
There are two employees here who are five-star all day. Unfortunately, the horrendous phone banking policy, and receptionist, and one phlebotomist who will wiggle that needle until they might have to amputate one's arm in order to get a complete draw bring down the rating at this UBS.
Rating: Two-stars, "Meh. I've experienced better."
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