charity work
A month or two ago, my Dad volunteered MY time to sell raffle tickets for the Lighhouse at Royal Prince Alfred Hospital.
I can proudly say that I stood at the stall in Burwood Westfield from 12.30pm to 3pm and sold $50 worth of tickets! It's alot when you compare it to other people's shifts. Seriously.
This little stall that I was solely responsible for two and a half hours was placed right in front of the Nextra newsagency on the ground floor.
I found this a little ridiculous. It was very hard to sell those tickets because you can only shout so much and people can only believe and spend so much. But that newsagency... Probably survives... On selling lottery tickets and scratchies.
This raffle I was selling offered: 1st prize, Toyota Yaris, 2nd prize, Dell laptop, and 3rd prize, $1000 worth of jewellery from somewhere.
Not only that, the money was going to fundraise the construction of the Lighthouse facility!
The lottery, raffle etc., are all things to do with probability and chance etc.. So why were there more customers at the bloody newsagency???!??!?!
So you can surely expect me to rage. But if I were to rage, people wouldn't have a very good impression of me...
This work takes a lot out of you. Loads of people ignore you, shake their head at you can finish explaining. One bitch even had the nerve to shove a fake $50 at me and her bloody kids copied her and sniggled. ARGH. I hope they die of cancer!
There was only one person who made me very glad. A lady walked past and said she would come back with money.
Of course you don't usually believe these people. Or even the people who say they've already donated etc..
But she came back! With a very large note with I could not break so she said she will go buy coffee and come back.
And she did come back!
Nonetheless, I won't be doing these sorts of charity work again. I didn't get a certificate of appreciation or anything either.
But now I know it's not nice ignoring these people. They have self esteems too ;_______:
I can proudly say that I stood at the stall in Burwood Westfield from 12.30pm to 3pm and sold $50 worth of tickets! It's alot when you compare it to other people's shifts. Seriously.
This little stall that I was solely responsible for two and a half hours was placed right in front of the Nextra newsagency on the ground floor.
I found this a little ridiculous. It was very hard to sell those tickets because you can only shout so much and people can only believe and spend so much. But that newsagency... Probably survives... On selling lottery tickets and scratchies.
This raffle I was selling offered: 1st prize, Toyota Yaris, 2nd prize, Dell laptop, and 3rd prize, $1000 worth of jewellery from somewhere.
Not only that, the money was going to fundraise the construction of the Lighthouse facility!
The lottery, raffle etc., are all things to do with probability and chance etc.. So why were there more customers at the bloody newsagency???!??!?!
So you can surely expect me to rage. But if I were to rage, people wouldn't have a very good impression of me...
This work takes a lot out of you. Loads of people ignore you, shake their head at you can finish explaining. One bitch even had the nerve to shove a fake $50 at me and her bloody kids copied her and sniggled. ARGH. I hope they die of cancer!
There was only one person who made me very glad. A lady walked past and said she would come back with money.
Of course you don't usually believe these people. Or even the people who say they've already donated etc..
But she came back! With a very large note with I could not break so she said she will go buy coffee and come back.
And she did come back!
Nonetheless, I won't be doing these sorts of charity work again. I didn't get a certificate of appreciation or anything either.
But now I know it's not nice ignoring these people. They have self esteems too ;_______: