As a distinguished member of H.O.S.A, at my beloved high school, I had the fantastic opportunity of managing the Check-In Station of the blood drive. All day, I checked names, looked at driver's licenses, and weighed very nervous teenagers flooding through small awkward doors of the small gym. Not only productive, but official was how I rolled with my professional club t-shirt. I expected respect when I got the power in this situation, but that didn't happen much. I just got past over in the process many times, possibly a compliment. Imagining with all of my positive power, I believe that the dozens of students walking past me were because I was quite thin and hard to see. I have been trying to eliminate a couple calories a day from my diet, resulting in a solid 0.017 pounds weight loss so far. I'll continue to work on it, but the large assortment of treats were too delicious to avoid. For some reason, chocolate chip cookies of any brand know me and I know them. They desire to be eaten, I often oblige to their ridiculous request. Yet more interesting then cookies that can communicate through brain waves were the staff working in the blood drive.
A talented receptionist near my station dominated the scene with her orders and swift speed in typing information into her outdated laptop. Her name is Esther, often tormented with another name... Uncle Fester, she is a wonderful woman who satisfied her boredom with talking to me. I know everything about this West Jordan native and her husband Scott. She demanded her wedding be on a date that she could remember, it was decided that 09/08/07 would work. Showtime was deeply scarred by our conversation about her weight, even though it was quite informative about the female brain. She was a runner in high school, but got in a car accident and damaged her spine. Preventing her from movement for years, she eventually became "fluffy". No matter, what matters is on the inside! Esther is a quick witted, honest, and hard-working lady. She has the personality, just needs a pair of Shape-ups to become a solid beach babe.
More entertaining then cookies with personalities or genuinely grand women are kids mesmerized by blood. In the process of screening teenagers from donors, weight becomes a issue. Due to facts of low blood pressure and size, many short girls were turned down due to being too skinny. Bulk up ladies! As a man and blood drive supervisor, I like my women with more smiles and less protruding bones.
Quick fact: Every 20 pounds= 1 pint of blood. Also, you can lose up to 4 pints of blood without a serious complication.
Most enjoyable was the passion of these denied donors either for foreign traveling, low iron, or blood pressure issues. As a battle cry from the hall, "I know that I have the blood that everyone needs! I know it, people will die because you won't let me in!" Not effective, but very valiant.
Overall, donate some of your life source to the world. A quick 45 minutes of your day, the workers just jam a large straw into your arm and take turns sucking, then spitting your coagulated blood into opened Ziploc bags. Very clean and always very effective. Not sure if the donors or nurses get more light headed. You be the judge. If you don't donate, how fun is it letting little kids die?
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