blooood-uuhhh!
Today, I made a difference in the world and saved a life. Well 3 actually....or so Marc (with a c) says. I can't say for certain where exactly my blood will end up, but I did donate a pint of it today.
Ironic story actually. I never planned on actually doing it today. In fact, the blood bus came to my place of employment yesterday. I was so dead set on saving lives (and taking a mental and physical break from my work day) that I even made an appointment. Well apparently the entire resort wanted to save lives on my appointment time. So homegirl, who, I would like to add, moved at tuuurrrrttttllllleeee pace, told me it'd be at least an hour wait before I could even take a seat (wait, what? Isn't that what appointments are for?) I mean, I'm all about getting paid to do nothing, but it was friday and I had work to do. Plus I was leaving early for my eye doctor appointment (which is a.whole.nother story, stay tuned). Not to mention, my supervisor was out and his meeting planners were blowing up my inbox. Needless to say, I did not have time to sit in a blood bus and wait. So back my lil desk pocket I went, a little disappointed I was unsuccessful.
Flash forward to today...
I'm in Gainesville...
At a bowling alley with my best good friend...
And what do I see parked outside the bowling alley?! A BLOOD BUS!! It was like the universe was in my head and knew I wanted to be all up on that saving lives business. But I also felt like if the universe wanted me to give a pint of my blood, the universe should have let me do it yesterday! I'm not gonna lie, I was slightly bitter at the universe for messing that up for me.
So I continued about my planned business...which included consuming a few alcoholic beverages. A pitcher of bud light, and a pint of shocktop later, this girl is feeling a little buzzed. So as we're walking out of the bowling alley, the blood bus girl approaches us and asks if we want to save some lives today. Ohh crap! Sober me would still have been bitter. Buzzed me said oh hell yes! So in the blood bus I go, buzzed and chatty as ever. I admit, I did have my concerns. But I understood them to be desperate for donors. In addition, the girl told me it was fine. I straight up said 'hey, I'm buzzed' but she was down.
As I took my seat and filled out my paperwork, a dude walked out of the little room in the back where they take your vitals. And he was wearing this awesome hat (see picture). Now, I know what's professional and what's not, and he was not professional. I mean it's this yound kid, with shaggy hair, skater boy shoes, and a hot pink hat that says blood...AND he's gonna be sticking me with a needle. I'm sure some people were a little freaked by his style, but I imagine he wanted to add his own flair to his daily wardrobe, and I respect that. It's 2011! Times they are uh-changin'...People should be able to express themselves. And mad kudos to his boss for allowing him to do so.
Soooo anyway, this kid Marc. He took my vitals and asked me all the strange questions from the blood donor checklist. And I tell ya what...we had a moment. A few of them actually. Here I am in this tiny room with this cute kid who's taking my pulse. And it's like I was worried he was gonna somehow know I thought he was awesome just by taking my pulse. Like he had some super human x-men ability. So what do I say? "Marc, you have nice fingernails." (really, Jena?!)
Now, I'm not sure the specific order of the rest of the events, but what I did get out of it was all of the following.
A needle hole in my arm
A hot pink hat, which Marc personally scribed 'blood' on the underside of the bill.
Some really great bar recommendations
Snacks
Good karma for saving lives.
Ironic story actually. I never planned on actually doing it today. In fact, the blood bus came to my place of employment yesterday. I was so dead set on saving lives (and taking a mental and physical break from my work day) that I even made an appointment. Well apparently the entire resort wanted to save lives on my appointment time. So homegirl, who, I would like to add, moved at tuuurrrrttttllllleeee pace, told me it'd be at least an hour wait before I could even take a seat (wait, what? Isn't that what appointments are for?) I mean, I'm all about getting paid to do nothing, but it was friday and I had work to do. Plus I was leaving early for my eye doctor appointment (which is a.whole.nother story, stay tuned). Not to mention, my supervisor was out and his meeting planners were blowing up my inbox. Needless to say, I did not have time to sit in a blood bus and wait. So back my lil desk pocket I went, a little disappointed I was unsuccessful.
Flash forward to today...
I'm in Gainesville...
At a bowling alley with my best good friend...
And what do I see parked outside the bowling alley?! A BLOOD BUS!! It was like the universe was in my head and knew I wanted to be all up on that saving lives business. But I also felt like if the universe wanted me to give a pint of my blood, the universe should have let me do it yesterday! I'm not gonna lie, I was slightly bitter at the universe for messing that up for me.
So I continued about my planned business...which included consuming a few alcoholic beverages. A pitcher of bud light, and a pint of shocktop later, this girl is feeling a little buzzed. So as we're walking out of the bowling alley, the blood bus girl approaches us and asks if we want to save some lives today. Ohh crap! Sober me would still have been bitter. Buzzed me said oh hell yes! So in the blood bus I go, buzzed and chatty as ever. I admit, I did have my concerns. But I understood them to be desperate for donors. In addition, the girl told me it was fine. I straight up said 'hey, I'm buzzed' but she was down.
As I took my seat and filled out my paperwork, a dude walked out of the little room in the back where they take your vitals. And he was wearing this awesome hat (see picture). Now, I know what's professional and what's not, and he was not professional. I mean it's this yound kid, with shaggy hair, skater boy shoes, and a hot pink hat that says blood...AND he's gonna be sticking me with a needle. I'm sure some people were a little freaked by his style, but I imagine he wanted to add his own flair to his daily wardrobe, and I respect that. It's 2011! Times they are uh-changin'...People should be able to express themselves. And mad kudos to his boss for allowing him to do so.
Soooo anyway, this kid Marc. He took my vitals and asked me all the strange questions from the blood donor checklist. And I tell ya what...we had a moment. A few of them actually. Here I am in this tiny room with this cute kid who's taking my pulse. And it's like I was worried he was gonna somehow know I thought he was awesome just by taking my pulse. Like he had some super human x-men ability. So what do I say? "Marc, you have nice fingernails." (really, Jena?!)
Now, I'm not sure the specific order of the rest of the events, but what I did get out of it was all of the following.
A needle hole in my arm
A hot pink hat, which Marc personally scribed 'blood' on the underside of the bill.
Some really great bar recommendations
Snacks
Good karma for saving lives.
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