after vowing to not spend more than $20 per week on myself i was approaced by a co-worker with a girl scout cookie form. ugh. i am a sucker for all abouts, man. so um, yeah, gimme a box of those! and um, some trefoils too!
yesterday at approximately 530pm claire is startled by a knock on the door. the hand appears to be little and not of the jehovah witness nature so i opt not to pretend that no one is home like i usually do (even with the TV on). i proceed to open cautiously and as i do i remember that i live in a neighborhood where grown people walk around with pictures of kids claiming that they're raising money for an unexpected funeral. i've given money to people of that sort on numerous occasions, mostly because there is a chance that they might not be taking my $2 and spending it on crack. i never feel right giving them anything, i mean the least they can do is walk around with a big blue box and try to sell me $7 peanut brittle, but i digress. The knock was actually the neighbor kid asking if i'd like to buy chocolates. instead of firmly blurting out my usuall, "no sorry," i asked what it was for. he excitedly told me that his class was raising money for a field trip to san diego. um, whatever happened to field trips to the LA Zoo?? i couldn't say no after asking, so instead i sign up for a box of see's milk chocolate polka dots. the other choice was an assorted box, with my luck i'll get lots of chews and no nuts. i HATE chews. gross.
just now i get an email from my cousin with this link. my initial reaction was, "great, more fundraising." i don't mean to be a total asshole, but i'm totally walking the poor line right now. like, seriously. i have qualified for low income rates through the department of water and power, southern california gas co and at&t. they think i'm poor, why doesn't my family? ok, ok. i admit, there are people in worse situations than i. yes. i am probably a little self centered and feel that my subscription to netflix is more important than say, oh i dunno, helping a school get new band uniforms but you see, bobby brown said it best (or at least better than brittney spears), "it's my perogative."
this is not to say that new band uniforms aren't important. i was a marching band person (notice i refrained from using the word "geek") and i did my fair share of chocolate/lollipop/raffle ticket hustling in an effort to go to band camp in my senior year (again, this is not a geeky activity. band was fun, really). anyhow, we never made it to band camp on account of an obscene amount of tardies to morning practice. where, pray tell, did that money go? i suckered my family into buying and selling 1 gazillion lollipops and raffle tickets over the entire course of my senior year and for what? nothing.
anyhow my cousin's email was not asking for money. if only it were that simple. she wants me to participate in this cancer walk. ugh. i hate fundraising. i hate it. hate it. hate it. in fact, i have told my entire family not to bother asking me to sling chocolates at work for their kids because it's not allowed in the office. of course this is a lie, but geesh!! everything in me wanted to decline, but she had to go and name her team after my gramma (who had both breast and uterine cancer within the past 10 years).
anyone want to buy a raffle ticket??
(i'm totally kidding).
idea: how about selling stuff that people need in effort to raise funds.