Interlude: Restoration

Day 31. 110 pages, 48,193 words.

I don’t have much to add today, although I have got a bit of writing done. Looking after Toop for the morning while Wump and Mrs. Hatboy attend a market thingy.

I just wanted to mention what happened yesterday. It was an ugly day on social media, as the masses lashed back against the events of Friday. But I was at home, looking after Wump and Toop. We went into the forest, had a lot of fun, and then watched some Doctor Who when Toop was asleep in the afternoon.

This was because Mrs. Hatboy and her sister were out. They were attending a training for a volunteer program in which people are matched up with immigrants – in this case women, specifically mothers – and help them to acclimate. Meet with them, show them the local area, and generally be a friendly face. Mrs. Hatboy and Bella were the first two people ever to volunteer out of Eastern Vantaa, or close enough.

Just when I think I can’t get any more proud of Mrs. Hatboy’s strength and humanity, she goes and does something like this. I had no idea this was even a thing. I’m not even kidding myself that I’d volunteer for a thing like this in my spare time, if it was available to men (I assume it is, but they’re not going to be matching up with migrant women and mothers, because sanity). I’m selfish enough with my spare time even among my existing friends.

But my point is, this restored my faith in the species. Today it’s not just me riding on the coattails of Mrs. Hatboy’s goodness. It’s the entire human race.

Love you, Miffle.

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10 Responses to Interlude: Restoration

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    That is wonderful for her to volunteer like that. I feel much as you do about my spare time.

    I don’t do a lot of social media, but it can’t have been uglier than Friday was in France, dude. Sticks and stones….

  2. brknwntr says:

    Thank god she wasn’t volunteering in Espoo, but in the more level headed Vantaa.

  3. aaronthepatriot says:

    Well I had a really negative experience with a charitable organization yesterday (Red Cross blood drive at my workplace), thought I’d share and see if you would have felt similarly, to discuss a different aspect of this blog post. They do blood drives here every 3 months, and I did the last one…decided to make a habit of it to do my part to help people out. I walked in without an appointment last time, had to wait like 15 minutes, no problem, no one caused any trouble.

    THIS time, I planned to come just before lunch, but when I showed up and started to sign in, a nurse came over and started talking me out of walking in and waiting, and insisted quite strongly that I really wanted an appointment. I resisted a little since I was already there and had plans, but whatever, I relented. 12:30 appointment, see you then.

    When I came back, a guy checked me in with my donor card, I told him my appointment time and he trusted me (this is the main issue as you’ll see), and I sat down (alone, also important) to wait and read the materials they “make” you read. While I am reading this, a different nurse comes over and starts in on the guy who checked me in. Again, about the appointment issue. “Does he have an appointment?” The guy faltered a little and I helped “Yes, 12:30” and went back to reading.

    Then she lays in to him about “did you check to see if he has an appointment?” and by that point he had, good, yes I have an appointment. Then she asked, just as pointedly “well did you check BEFORE signing him in to see if he has an appointment?” and I’m thinking like, come on, I’m sitting here alone, no one is waiting, no one is in line to sign in, what is the big deal? What’s the worst thing that could happen if I was, for some incredibly unlikely reason, LYING that I had an appointment to donate my blood? Honestly who would fucking do that? Just mental!

    I kept looking up at her, hoping she’d get the hint she was upsetting me, but she never did get the picture. She started saying to the guy “you don’t do a good job here” and as he tried to disagree, “Come on, YOU know you don’t do a good job” and the like. At which point I closed the materials, and got up.

    She asked if I was “done” and I said, “yeah, but I changed my mind.” Expressions of regret from her, and he asked me if there was a specific reason, to which I could only bring myself to say “Yeah, there is.” as I left. Kinda wish I had called out her attitude but in other ways I won’t go in to, I’m glad I didn’t. Could have gotten dicey.

    Bottom line I wasn’t letting THAT woman shove a needle into the main artery of my arm. Would you have continued with the donation? I was so mad about the whole thing I was actually shaking as I got back to my desk.

    • stchucky says:

      That’s a tough one, fair play to you for actually giving blood (or trying to). I’ll have to get back to this tomorrow when I’m off my phone, just wanted to say yeah, that’s a messed-up situation and you definitely expect the Red Cross to have their shit together, right? I’ll have to think about this some more.

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