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September 16, 2004-6:06 a.m. Today I’d like to discuss a subject that has really peeved me of late. That subject is school fund-raising sales. I have been inundated of late with catalogs of all manner of items presented to raise money for the schools that my coworker’s children attend. One such campaign was the crux of an unpleasant incident that occurred last week. The admin for one of the VPs passed around a catalog of cards and gifts for her children’s school. I had already bought stuff from three other coworkers and frankly this catalog of hers didn’t contain anything that even remotely interested me so when the catalog came to me, I looked through it and then passed it to the next person. This was sometime Friday. Friday was my late night so I was at my desk working when everyone else had left when this admin came up and confronted me about not having placed an order for her kids. WTF? I told her that I didn’t really see anything in the catalog that I wanted to pay that much for and I had already bought stuff from several people. She launches into some spiel about how their school only does this once a year and it’s a Christian school and blah, blah, blah. So I said, “Okay, give me the book and I’ll look through it again.” Well, my supe had taken the book home for the weekend. Monday morning when she got the book back she put it on my desk. I looked through it again and still didn’t see anything I wanted to spend money on. It was all overpriced and religious. I don’t mind folks having their religion but that’s not my deal and I’m not about spreading an agenda I’m not on board with just to please others. I told my supe about the woman confronting me about not placing an order and that I didn’t want to order anything. Sa to Supe: “What if I just tell her that I’m not down with Jesus?” Supe to Sa: “Give me the book and I’ll give it back to her.” So my supe gave the book back and I bristled for another confrontation. Fortunately that was necessary. I guess she took the hint. I was perfectly prepared to tell her that she could take all of the money that she would have spent on my birthday, or wedding should I have one (*wink*) and give that to her kids’ damned school in my name and get the hell out of my face. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
