I've been feeling that lately.
As you know, I host several big fundraisers at my home each year to raise funds for my charity. (I raise/donate to the same one all the time)
In addition to that I try to attend charities for other organizations that I don't directly support or raise funds for. (Toys for Tots, Habitat For Humanity, AIDS walk, White Party, etc..) What I mean by "don't directly support or raise funds for" is that they are not the beneficiaries of my events that I host at my home (and occasionally other places.) But I still support them in the sense that I attend, write a check, find them sponsors, etc..
Lately, I have been getting too many damn requests to go to different events. I did one last Tuesday (that was a fucking bust even though I spent $175 there on several silent auction prizes that I won and will just turn around and give them away at my upcoming party), I did one Friday night for the Humane Society, I did a pool party one this past Sunday, then I did an award banquet Monday night. I was SUPPOSED to go to a Dining Out For Life event last night. But instead after I finished working, I ran some errands that I have been putting off for a week now, took a nap from 3 to 530, went to Target to shop for domestic supplies, and went to the gym at 930, came home, and farted around on the couch doing shit for our company trip next week.
I get a call this morning while I am out digging that grave (see other thread) and the message says that they noticed I was not there and just wanted to make sure if I had a real commitment to the community or if I was just going to pay lip service about it. (WTF?!?!?!?!??? I bought two $50 tickets and gave them away, so even though *I* wasn't there, the seats were filled.) Got the impression that finding substitute guests was not good enough, that I still should have bought another ticket and showed up myself.
Or maybe I just cranky. But that just rubbed me wrong. That is almost like a condescending street beggar attempting an emotional arm twist behind his little card board sign.
fuck bitches. never acknowledge the other shit I do, but the one time I don't show up in person (even though substitute warm bodies were supplied in my name) it is like I suddenly have a history of flaking out.
As you know, I host several big fundraisers at my home each year to raise funds for my charity. (I raise/donate to the same one all the time)
In addition to that I try to attend charities for other organizations that I don't directly support or raise funds for. (Toys for Tots, Habitat For Humanity, AIDS walk, White Party, etc..) What I mean by "don't directly support or raise funds for" is that they are not the beneficiaries of my events that I host at my home (and occasionally other places.) But I still support them in the sense that I attend, write a check, find them sponsors, etc..
Lately, I have been getting too many damn requests to go to different events. I did one last Tuesday (that was a fucking bust even though I spent $175 there on several silent auction prizes that I won and will just turn around and give them away at my upcoming party), I did one Friday night for the Humane Society, I did a pool party one this past Sunday, then I did an award banquet Monday night. I was SUPPOSED to go to a Dining Out For Life event last night. But instead after I finished working, I ran some errands that I have been putting off for a week now, took a nap from 3 to 530, went to Target to shop for domestic supplies, and went to the gym at 930, came home, and farted around on the couch doing shit for our company trip next week.
I get a call this morning while I am out digging that grave (see other thread) and the message says that they noticed I was not there and just wanted to make sure if I had a real commitment to the community or if I was just going to pay lip service about it. (WTF?!?!?!?!??? I bought two $50 tickets and gave them away, so even though *I* wasn't there, the seats were filled.) Got the impression that finding substitute guests was not good enough, that I still should have bought another ticket and showed up myself.
Or maybe I just cranky. But that just rubbed me wrong. That is almost like a condescending street beggar attempting an emotional arm twist behind his little card board sign.
fuck bitches. never acknowledge the other shit I do, but the one time I don't show up in person (even though substitute warm bodies were supplied in my name) it is like I suddenly have a history of flaking out.