A couple of days ago, I rolled up my sleeve, presented the inner part of my elbow to someone with a needle, and saved lives. I'm like Superman, but he looks better in tights. Anyway...
Yeah, I save up to three lives every time I donate, but sadly, it is not the real reason I do it. My real reason makes me seem shallow.
Perhaps I should explain.
"The place where I work" is HUGE with blood donation. They bring in the phebotomists like clockwork every eight weeks. I get to take time out of my day to go down to the conference room, roll up my sleeve, lay back, and enjoy some quiet time before I go back up to my officle (combination office/cubicle). And, after the donation is complete, I get a certificate to take to my supervisor to be turned in for FOUR PAID HOURS OFF! Yep... I get a half day for my selflessness... or something like that. Then I make my way to get some orangeish "juice" and a bag of cookies. Oh, and yesterday I got a bonus gift of an ice scraper. Jealous? Thought so.
After yesterday's events, I began to think about blood donation. Yeah, it is an easy, selfless act, and I get to save as many as three lives by just one donation. However, I don't know if I would actually take time out of my schedule to go donate. It would be a "chore" rather than something I'd look forward to doing.
I am grateful for "the place where I work" for being so community minded to enable me, and other employees throughout the corporation, to donate on company time. More so, I am grateful for the incentive to us employees, because earning time off is pretty amazing.
And the "juice" and cookies are pretty yummy, too.
*** I stole borrowed the term "The place where I work" from my bloggy friend Paul Brads. He uses the phrase often. Check out his blog here. And I hope he hasn't copyrighted the term... and if he has, I hope he goes easy on me. Oh, and we work at two totally different places. Although it would be awesome to work together, I'm sure.
