You may have noticed that there has been no knitting content here for the past week or so. For the past week I’ve ceased all work on my blog project, the Hanging Garden Stole, to concentrate exclusively on a stealth project that has a deadline. I’ve actually felt a little guilty about having no knitting content on my blog, but it can’t be helped. I’ve got a couple of projects to complete that have a definite deadline and I need to concentrate on them exclusively for a while until I feel comfortable about my ability to meet said deadline.
So for now you will be getting an assortment of blog oddities. Bloggities, if you will.
This morning I made an appointment to donate blood at a work blood drive this week. I will confess to you that for the past several years I’ve ignored the regular blood drives at work. I used to donate regularly, as often as I was allowed to. I have AB negative blood, and they always seem to want that. As many of you know, I work in a large federal building, and a Red Cross bloodmobile comes every two months.
However, in the last year I was donating, I had a number of very bad experiences that caused me to stop donating at work. All of these bad experiences were, I’m sorry to say, due to the appalling lack of professionalism displayed by the volunteers staffing the donation. They would be so busy chatting amongst themselves, flirting with each other, and singing and dancing along with the radio, that they would not pay close enough attention to the poor slobs donating. The last three times I donated, I came away once with an arm black and blue from wrist to shoulder, once with an arm with blood vessels popped from elbow to shoulder, and once slightly bruised from fainting dead away while trying to get the attention of one of the volunteers because I knew I was going to faint. (I tend to do that after donating blood.) I did call the local Red Cross chapter and let them know each time, but I think they were so short on volunteers that there was not much they could do.
So when the notice of this week’s blood drive came out, I ignored it as usual. But I found out via email this morning that in a federal building that has approximately 5,000 employees working in it, they had only 21 people make appointments to donate blood. So I sucked it up and made an appointment for Thursday morning. I figure it is the least I can do. Pray for me to survive, won’t you?
Hopefully there are some new volunteers since the last time I donated . . .
“I am mortified by Momma’s behavior.”