Yesterday I got a text from the hotline asking me to be a guinea pig for a fundraiser.
It's only gone out to a few people so far, they are testing the page I guess. But it's live and works.
Me: I am definitely the wrong person for fundraising. I didn't even do them for my kid.
They: Everyone feels that way! Be uncomfortable! in another VERY LONG text.
Me: It's on my NOPE LIST along with sewing and algebra. I deeply hate it.
They: I hear you and zero expectations but set up the page! in another VERY LONG text.
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That night I had a dream I went to the hotline and..... it was full of 20-somethings on their phones with loud dance party music playing. Apparently it was an effort to get volunteers to stay longer and not leave.
Except for the 20-somethings, who are all wonderful in real life, this is 1) exactly the opposite of the hotline environment and 2) exactly the kind of environment I hate.
In my dream, I said how can we take calls with all this loud noise? What is going on here? This is awful!
The 20-somethings just gave me silent stink-eye and relegated me to dumb clueless annoying old person status.
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I woke up and thought, wow, what's up with that dream?
Ah, it's the fundraising.
I said "I deeply hate doing that" and the response was oh just do it anyhow.
Ok whatever.
I set up the page but I refuse to spam anyone.
Just to not be the lousiest person ever, I did put a link on my home page.
So yeah, if you want to donate (I'm spamming my own blog) here you go.
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