the bloodmobile was on campus today [yesterday].
twice, i've given blood. and twice, the nurses or volunteers, or whatever they are, had to rush to my aid and keep me conscious because i was about to pass out. so.. me trying to give blood doesn't work very well.
and, today, there was a guy trying to catch all the people exiting the library, letting them know about the blood drive. i'm used to them being so pushy. they don't leave you alone. they almost force you to go in that van and give your blood. i heard him tell the girl a few yards in front of me about the blood drive and i groaned inwardly. when he tried to tell me about it, i damn near cut him off with a curt nod and a "i know". probably an evil look in the process, too.
i think he flinched from that, and he said something like, 'i'm sorry, has someone already harrassed you about it today..?'
i instantly felt bad with his reaction. i stopped to face him and said, 'no.. i just can't give blood.'
sometimes i forget that pushy people have feelings too. maybe he's just like me, and maybe he dreads anticipating the negative reactions people may have toward him while he's only trying to do his job. and he wasn't even that pushy at all. as i sat to smoke my cigarette on the bench outside the library, i observed him approaching people. he was merely informing them of the blood drive, letting them know about it. not pressuring them into doing it, like the past volunteers would do.
so, yeah, i kinda felt bad about being a bitch there..
LJ