Loklorien s'Ilancy
Oct 25th, 2002, 10:56:33 PM
ok, this is a little bit of a rant, and a little bit of a pity party.
Now. I'm sick. I have pinkeye; my nose is clogged to the point where crap is comin' outta my eyes and ears, I have a sinus headache, a fever, terrible dizziness, my temples are killing me, and I'm sneezing almost every ten seconds. This sucks. but you know what? It means that I've done my job.
I got this from some random kid yesterday while up in Placerville, fingerprinting children for their parent's records. And now, in case something happens to said child; God forbid, his parents will have his fingerpints and dental records to help in the search to get him back. I'm sick right now because I helped someone. It may hopefully never be needed, but in our world today, you can never ever be sure.
It always happens to someone else until it happens to you.
But that's not why I'm writing this.
I'm writing this because I'm slowly becoming disgusted with the attitudes some people have towards helping others.
Now. My job is hard to explain. I'm a distributer at this point in time. I work for a maketing company training to be a manager, but until then, I work in the field on campaigns. My current one is for the Child Protection Education of America. This non-profit organization provides visual aides such as billboards on the side of highways. They don't do the amber alert; that's done by the government. My job right now is simple. I don't really like the term solicitor, but that's what I am right now. I stand out in front of K-Mart and try to sell gifts to people in order to help raise money for the CPEA.
And it's some peoples' excuses that I hate with my entire soul.
"Hey, c'mon over here, see what you can do to help find missing children!"
"Oh no, I don't have kids."
or
"I don't have time."
or
"Not interested."
or
"Missing kids? Would you take mine?"
There's more. A lot more. But you know what? I don't want to get into peoples' excuses right now; I think you all get the drift. Don't get me wrong. I love my job; it's the things people say that drive me nuts inside.
On the flipside however, I have no problem with a person who comes over to the table, listens to what I have to say, but still doesn't buy anything. And you know what? 10 times outta 10 it's because of lack of funds. But I don't care. The fact that this person listened to me means all the world to me right now, cause now I've been able to tell them about the organization, what they do, and how they help. And not only that, but if they have kids, then I've already done them a service by fingerprinting their child/children for them. And now I'm sick because I've done my job. I'm happy (though you wouldn't know it to look at me).
Did you know that 1 in 6 kids are found because of visual aides? Or that 750,000 kids were reported missing last year? And that that number is now down to 700,000? That's 50,000 kids sleeping in their beds safe once more.
You do now.
And that's more than the man/woman who had no time to listento what is happening to their future generation knows.
So that's all now. I'm done venting.
Now. I'm sick. I have pinkeye; my nose is clogged to the point where crap is comin' outta my eyes and ears, I have a sinus headache, a fever, terrible dizziness, my temples are killing me, and I'm sneezing almost every ten seconds. This sucks. but you know what? It means that I've done my job.
I got this from some random kid yesterday while up in Placerville, fingerprinting children for their parent's records. And now, in case something happens to said child; God forbid, his parents will have his fingerpints and dental records to help in the search to get him back. I'm sick right now because I helped someone. It may hopefully never be needed, but in our world today, you can never ever be sure.
It always happens to someone else until it happens to you.
But that's not why I'm writing this.
I'm writing this because I'm slowly becoming disgusted with the attitudes some people have towards helping others.
Now. My job is hard to explain. I'm a distributer at this point in time. I work for a maketing company training to be a manager, but until then, I work in the field on campaigns. My current one is for the Child Protection Education of America. This non-profit organization provides visual aides such as billboards on the side of highways. They don't do the amber alert; that's done by the government. My job right now is simple. I don't really like the term solicitor, but that's what I am right now. I stand out in front of K-Mart and try to sell gifts to people in order to help raise money for the CPEA.
And it's some peoples' excuses that I hate with my entire soul.
"Hey, c'mon over here, see what you can do to help find missing children!"
"Oh no, I don't have kids."
or
"I don't have time."
or
"Not interested."
or
"Missing kids? Would you take mine?"
There's more. A lot more. But you know what? I don't want to get into peoples' excuses right now; I think you all get the drift. Don't get me wrong. I love my job; it's the things people say that drive me nuts inside.
On the flipside however, I have no problem with a person who comes over to the table, listens to what I have to say, but still doesn't buy anything. And you know what? 10 times outta 10 it's because of lack of funds. But I don't care. The fact that this person listened to me means all the world to me right now, cause now I've been able to tell them about the organization, what they do, and how they help. And not only that, but if they have kids, then I've already done them a service by fingerprinting their child/children for them. And now I'm sick because I've done my job. I'm happy (though you wouldn't know it to look at me).
Did you know that 1 in 6 kids are found because of visual aides? Or that 750,000 kids were reported missing last year? And that that number is now down to 700,000? That's 50,000 kids sleeping in their beds safe once more.
You do now.
And that's more than the man/woman who had no time to listento what is happening to their future generation knows.
So that's all now. I'm done venting.