The one where I partake in a charity I don’t even care for
WHY is it that people seem to have an affinity for large-scale charity projects which are manpower-intensive and bloody logistically demanding?
SAO demended 2 people from each hall today, to support them supporting NTUC in collecting and sorting books for needy children. My first response was, “you gotta be kidding me”. Absolutely no one I know is going to get all warm and fuzzy and volunteer. Tough, but that’s the way it is. No pay? No lunch provided? No ECA points? Fuck you.
What happened to the Welfare Services Club? Something is wrong if the goodness of a community boils down ultimately to me.
Was about to argue with them again, when I realised that this was actually my problem, not theirs, and no amount of bickering was going to change that. Fair enough. So I shall be one of the two volunteers, and I shall be going to pack used books on the 11th to the 14th of december. Hopefully I will get the chance to abscond halfway through. With some books.
Which brings me back to the point at hand. Why is it that some charity projects have to be this big and manpower-intensive? Given NTUC’s influence, what’s so bloody difficult about offering a cash donation? or BUYING new books? I think it is inefficient, even stupid, to first decide to collect every old tome the public throws out, then try to enlist an army of “volunteers” to sort out the whole godforsaken mess.
Not that I don’t care about the children. I’d be happy if they had A NICE NEW COLLECTION OF BOOKS, but if any part of any plan involves me sorting out old books for the wretched meatbags, then I say fuck the children. I have no emotional stake in the children, so… *shrug* They’ll prob be saying “fuck you” too when they realise they’re getting old books instead of the latest Happy Rotter or whasisface novel.
Also, exactly how “disadvantaged” are these children anyway? They’re still alive, so they can’t be THAT poor. And NTUC acknowleges that too, else we’d be delivering BAGS OF GRAIN as opposed to books and plastic smiles.
We live in a pay-to-play world. Nothing is for free. You don’t have money, you don’t eat. Blame your alcoholic dad. You swallow too many marbles as a kid, you don’t live to have kids of your own. Blame Darwin. I hope those meatbags realise their books come at a cost. My time. They fucking owe me.
Merry Christmas.
PS. Next time I pass a Salvation Army bin, I’m gonna thrown my drink can in.
PPS. Show me one charity staffed ENTIRELY by volunteers, all working off the goodness of their own heart, with zero pay (this means absolutely NO ONE AT ALL has any income - even the toilet cleaner), and maybe I’ll reconsider everything I’ve said. No? Thought so.
Gary :: Nov.30.2004 :: Old Deadjournal posts, Bitchin' :: Comments Off



