Bleeding Love

So I successfully donated blood today! Because of my donation, up to 3 people’s lives have been saved. Yeah, buddy.┬áIn October, I was officially diagnosed with Crohn’s disease, so between a lack of nutrients (affecting my iron levels), a bunch of medications, and straight up feeling like poo a lot, I have not donated blood in over 8 months.

Now you may be wondering why I’m so pumped. A little insight:

  1. I was a regular, donating blood about every 3 months for over a year
  2. Last time I donated, which was in July, I passed out
  3. I have been turned away 4ish times due to low iron levels

So yes, I am happy they sucked a pint/pound of that red gooey stuff out of me. I mean, for one thing, you get free water/juice and a snack after you donate. ELF Fudge cookies, anyone? But also, being a poor college student, I can’t afford to donate wads of money to charities. But I have blood (O negative, no less) that someone can use. I’d like to think that if I ever needed blood, I could either be given my own blood (kind of weird, huh?) or another O- donor could save my life.

So for all of you reading out there, you may one day need blood. Without donors, you might not get it. Return the favor, donate blood!

March is Red Cross Month, so go to redcross.org and find a donation location near you!

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I have a problem…

Ok, let me know if anyone else has this problem. It’s escalating and festering even as I write this. It’s gnawing at my ankles. An itch I can’t scratch. I just can’t stop thinking about it. It’s annoying…

My problem: I’m thinking of all the other things I could be doing right now. At this very second. Reading a new book I just got today. Watching some YouTube videos. Episode (or three) of Game of Thrones, anyone? Not to mention all the homework I have to do before next week’s spring break…

I seem to have the attention span of a 3 year old. Or a dog. It’s like having three people telling me to do something different, at the same time, all equally tantalizing:

“Sit for a treat!”

“Go fetch the ball!”

“Who wants to go for a walk?”

What on earth is a dog to do? Or in this case, a human being in the 21st century, constantly bombarded with “better” options. I find it difficult to make the most basic decisions anymore! And now with social media always telling us the epic things our friends/acquaintances and family (hey, Grandma) are doing, there’s the ever present FOMO.

I learned this term about a month ago, and the pastor at the church I went to last week dedicated an entire sermon about it. UrbanDictionary.com provides multiple definitions, but in essence, FOMO = Fear Of Missing Out. Raise your hand if you, like me, suffer from this. I would raise both of mine for emphasis, but it’s difficult to type without hands.

For those of you actually reading this (probably not many) I think this FOMO epidemic is causing an inability to commit. Everyday is like entering an ice cream shop, constantly feeling overcome by the vast varieties presented to you, and being told to choose only one.ice cream choices

I want cookie dough. But I also enjoy mint chocolate chip. Oh, but, my oh my, doesn’t that cookies-n-cream look divine? Ooh! Is this flavor new?

I mean, really. It’s never-ending! This FOMO topic is a huge one, and there’s already so much online about it. It’s definitely something I would like to delve deeper into, but I’ll leave it here for now. Contemplate, give ideas on overcoming FOMO, and/or tell me what you’re favorite ice cream flavor is.

Troubling Customer Experiences

Oh well thank you WordPress for giving me a question to answer…to start the gears turning…get the thinking juices flowing…so here we go…except I deleted the original (failing at this already!) so I’ll paraphrase:

What has been your most troubling experiences as a customer?

As a customer? Hm, well, that’s tough. I guess there are always those irksome experiences surrounding food preparation:

That hairnet doesn’t exactly look secure…what else have they touched with those gloves?…Oh my gosh, he just sneezed. Did anyone else see this?! And I don’t think that the angle at which he diverted his head was quite enough…

Personally though, I have had the most troubling customer experiences on the employee side of the spectrum.

Fact #1 about me: I have worked at Walmart a total of 4 different times. Yep. You read correctly. Four. Different. Times. In 4 years.Jillian Michaels, Walmart

Jillian Michaels must have missed the memo on dress code with her cleavage and lack of sleeves. Well, she’ll fit in with many of the people I’ve worked with then!

Now, it would be ridiculous to try to sum up my experiences in one blog entry (my first one no less!), so I guess I will simply open up the floor to this fact and see where it leads.

I suppose I could give a little intro to some sort of answer to the question posed above:

  • customers complaining about lines being long
  • customers complaining about prices being wrong
  • customers using bras (on their bodies) instead of pockets or purses
  • customer’s body odor while making their purchases

See what I did there? Walmart jingle in the making. More to come soon!