Fuck you, United Blood Services

Fuck you. Seriously.

I understand that I have a special blood type. I understand that while it is not the rarest, it is the most demended. I also understand that being CMV negative means that you can give my blood to babies and cancer patients, because it won't kill them.

That kind of makes me warm and squishy inside, so I don't mind (so much) being harassed about where I travel besides the US (nowhere, for the record), my sex life (non-existent, by the way), my recent tattoos and piercings (still only the ears!), and of course, whether I'm feeling well and healthy today. NEWSFLASH: If I feel crappy, do you really think I'm going to ask to be stuck with a needle and give the little asshole microbes another point of entry into my body? No!

Back to having that O-/CMV- blood. This means you should be treating me like a princess, not a peon.

To be clear, I fucking hate donating blood. It makes me feel like shit, the interview and paperwork takes at least as long the actual donation, and I feel like I've been ran over for the next day and a half. I have to keep thinking about poor little babies with parents that are too dumb to get pre-natal care until they actually pop, and I'm not sure how this causes babies to need blood, but I'm sure the root cause is stupidity. It helps if I think of soft little bunnies, too. They generally smell better.

What I really can't stand is doing a donation, and then being told "Don't donate any components for X weeks." Two days later, I get a phone call telling me there's a blood shortage, and asking if I could "come down and help".

Fuck you.

Ok, for starters, I can almost never just "come down and help". I get up either at 4:00 or 5:30, depending on whether or not I'm going to the gym, I get dressed, and be in my advisor's office by 7:30, but if I have any questions at all, I need to be there by 7:00 so that she has time to answer them and then prepare for the classes she's teaching. Then I do research until about 4:30. Sometimes, like today, I get to take a lunch break and go eat lunch with Lacie, but generally, I bring lunch or grab something, and continue working whilst I eat. At 4:30, I walk over to another building for class, and try to a little time to look over my notes, so that I might have a clue as to what's going on. At 6:30, when class is over, I drive home, which generally takes until 7:30, and I am usually exhausted enough to be in bed by 8:30. When the hell am I supposed to just "come down and help".

Another thing: I don't like you people; you're falsely nice, and that's obnoxious. I don't want to get a phone call at 8:46 on a Friday night to ask if I "can come down and help" when I'm scheduled to donate the next morning. Another thing, you notice I made that appointment online? It's because I don't like talking to you people. I am anti-social, or maybe I just don't like self-righteous dumb shits.

Here's my real rage: Why the hell are you calling me at 8:46 on a Friday night? I know I didn't have plans tonight, but there is a small possibility that I could have been busy, and that your interruption is very much unwanted. Just because I didn't go out somewhere, doesn't mean that I want the movie I'm watching at home to be interrupted by your inane, fake, drivel.

Leave me alone. I give you my blood. I'm not going to pretend to be nice to you.