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Aug. 9th, 2004 07:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzI had a wonderful weekend, all weekend long, on many levels. I won't bore you with the details because as previously noted: happy posts suck. Short version: below, box, cocktails, Chairschool Ego wow, gym again, meltdown!
More interesting however, is that this weekend I hit a new low. A friend had to get rid of some furniture, wanted to give it to charity, and remembered that I also had an ugly couch, table, and chairs I wanted to dispose of. We agreed to rent a truck together and use it and our combined super-human strength to take the items to good will. We set a time, loaded the truck with the not-so-goodies, and went to Good Will's donation center.
We arrived at the center, and they let us in slightly early to drive up to the loading dock because we had big items. We unloaded the truck with the help of a man near the dock. The an older man came up to survey the situation. He looked at the items I was donating, and mumbled to the other guy. Other guy spoke to us in broken english, saying he couldn't take the stuff. "What?" I asked...they confirmed. They wouldn't take the couch and chairs because they couldn't be sold.
Let me clarify - things that I had in my house, that if I invited you over to my house and offered you a drink, you would have sat on. An object which I considered worthy of my home, something I put laundry on, that trusted with my butt, something that I had napped on...was rejected by charity. People who work with the mentally disabled, and try to coax people out from under railroad trestles, looked at furniture from my house, and recognized that by and large people in that squalor would choose not to use it. Homeless people reeking of urine would look at objects from my life and say "Oh no...not in that color."
I have received things from others, and in turn 'kicked down.' It seems that I have descended so far in the societal ladder than I am now the bottom rung - I am the recipient of the lowest forms of trash. Things in my house are unsuitable for college dorms. I am the very bottom tier. And so on.
We gave up and dumped the stuff by the dumpster in my neighborhood. The chairs were grabbed up quickly, and then the couch. The couch, oddly enough, was quickly returned, but later someone liberated the cushions from their fabric.
More disturbing is that when I first told this story torailwaymadness at cocktails, I said that I had so pissed off our mutual friend that she had stopped talking to me with something offensive that I had said. She never looked shocked or questioned the likelihood of my story. She didn't even ask for details, just acknowledged it. It hadn't occurred - it was supposed to be a far-out story. So I was rejected by charity, and the idea that I so offended a friend that they refused to speak with me again doesn't raise an eyebrow. Yowza!
More interesting however, is that this weekend I hit a new low. A friend had to get rid of some furniture, wanted to give it to charity, and remembered that I also had an ugly couch, table, and chairs I wanted to dispose of. We agreed to rent a truck together and use it and our combined super-human strength to take the items to good will. We set a time, loaded the truck with the not-so-goodies, and went to Good Will's donation center.
We arrived at the center, and they let us in slightly early to drive up to the loading dock because we had big items. We unloaded the truck with the help of a man near the dock. The an older man came up to survey the situation. He looked at the items I was donating, and mumbled to the other guy. Other guy spoke to us in broken english, saying he couldn't take the stuff. "What?" I asked...they confirmed. They wouldn't take the couch and chairs because they couldn't be sold.
Let me clarify - things that I had in my house, that if I invited you over to my house and offered you a drink, you would have sat on. An object which I considered worthy of my home, something I put laundry on, that trusted with my butt, something that I had napped on...was rejected by charity. People who work with the mentally disabled, and try to coax people out from under railroad trestles, looked at furniture from my house, and recognized that by and large people in that squalor would choose not to use it. Homeless people reeking of urine would look at objects from my life and say "Oh no...not in that color."
I have received things from others, and in turn 'kicked down.' It seems that I have descended so far in the societal ladder than I am now the bottom rung - I am the recipient of the lowest forms of trash. Things in my house are unsuitable for college dorms. I am the very bottom tier. And so on.
We gave up and dumped the stuff by the dumpster in my neighborhood. The chairs were grabbed up quickly, and then the couch. The couch, oddly enough, was quickly returned, but later someone liberated the cushions from their fabric.
More disturbing is that when I first told this story to
railwaymadness at cocktails, I said that I had so pissed off our mutual friend that she had stopped talking to me with something offensive that I had said. She never looked shocked or questioned the likelihood of my story. She didn't even ask for details, just acknowledged it. It hadn't occurred - it was supposed to be a far-out story. So I was rejected by charity, and the idea that I so offended a friend that they refused to speak with me again doesn't raise an eyebrow. Yowza!
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Date: 2004-08-09 05:09 am (UTC)It was good to see you Saturday...dug the spikey hair :)
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Date: 2004-08-09 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-09 05:27 am (UTC)We should taco again this week...since school starts up again next week for you! ;)
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Date: 2004-08-09 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-09 06:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-09 06:41 am (UTC)I like expressive rather than pacifying people who really need to know that the things they say are so offensive that the evoke an immediate emotional response. Says I, who judges all (and quickly at that).
Good Will has no good will....it's all about the bling bling
Date: 2004-08-09 08:03 am (UTC)Best place to give couches, chairs, and beds to is places in DC like "My fathers House" (Shelter for battered women). The reverend will actually come to your house and pick up the goods and write you a receipt for your tax records.
Re: Good Will has no good will....it's all about the bling bling
Date: 2004-08-09 08:09 am (UTC)Re: Good Will has no good will....it's all about the bling bling
Date: 2004-08-09 09:55 am (UTC)when you drop stuff off, you fill out a form with a list of items you are donating, with approximate values, and they mail you a receipt within a week or two.
Re: Good Will has no good will....it's all about the bling bling
Date: 2004-08-11 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-09 09:39 am (UTC)What are you going to do about a couch?
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Date: 2004-08-09 09:41 am (UTC)I cannot decorate - I require a chaperone.
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Date: 2004-08-09 10:13 am (UTC)To the batcave, Robin.
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Date: 2004-08-09 10:29 am (UTC)Next monday I start school. Wah.