Sunday, November 4, 2007

Sunday Scribblings: Money


I’m very fortunate that none of my immediate thoughts about money center on the lack thereof. We want for little, and I realize that our cushion is one that so many people do not have. Have there been times that we have lacked it, that I have lacked it? Yes, which has probably done wonders for my ability to be thankful for what I now have.

What can I possibly say about money, then, that would make this a more worthwhile Sunday Scribblings read? Frankly, I’m rather bored with how the post is going so far. Have you readers even made it this far? That’s what I was afraid of. All right, then, I’ll just go back in time.

The sign on the bulletin board said blood donors were needed, and they would receive the princely sum of $25 for their one-pint donation. The local blood bank had some kind of scheme for member donors. I’m not sure what it was, but it had to do with members getting some kind of privilege for having donated blood. Thinking back on it now, I have to wonder, “Did they get the AAA+ blood?”

Whatever the reason, there was money to be had, put up by the squeamish members who couldn’t be bothered to give their own blood. So they paid others to give the blood in their name. They paid blood money, as it were.

My boyfriend and I were broke. No money for food. No money for alcohol. Reverse that! No money for alcohol. No money for food. So off to the blood bank we went. It was my first time giving blood. It hurt. At that age, of course, I’d not had any children, had not known excruciating pain. So, yeah, the blood sucking hurt.

But I soldiered on. We both did. And when we were done, licking our lips of the last of the orange juice, we went to get our payment. It was late on a Friday, back in the days before traditional banker’s hours had fallen to the wayside. It was $25 all right. But it was a check. And with no funds in the account and certainly a waiting period in store, we were both one-quart low and still low of cash. Macaroni and cheese it was.

19 comments:

Jo said...

This cracked me up. I'd have been very peeved....

DJPare said...

Hey, nothing wrong with mac and cheese! :)

Crafty Green Poet said...

I'd have been annoyed too! But there are worse things than macaroni and cheese...

Bren said...

I remember the mac and cheese/ramen noodle days of college. Now I wish mealtime was that easy!

Secret Agent Mama said...

Oh LOL You mean you didn't find one of those check cashing places that takes like 1/2 your money? LOL

Josie Two Shoes said...

I used to sell blood when we lived in El Paso, it got us thru rough spots many times. I always found it a rather fascinating procedure. :-) Now, they don't want my blood - even on a donated basis, geesh! I can imagine how disappointed you were to be paid with a check!

Toni said...

Oh, I remember donating blood/blood products for money. Thank God those are long ago memories...

Maria said...

God..this took me back. When I was in college, I bused tables at the school cafeteria to earn money. I was so broke that I used to actually EAT people's leftovers if they didn't look like skanky people to me. One wealthy sorority girl, in particular, used to get the full meal ticket to appease her parents and then maybe just eat her roll. I always went flying over to her table to bus it and then snatched the leftover food up to sneakily eat it in the back of the kitchen.

And you are right, doing without taught me A LOT about appreciating what I have now....

Jo said...

Now where can I put up my fullsome praise for your wonderful haiku (one deep breath)......that second one was superb (and the first is good also)? Great prompt too.

Gina said...

Ha! I haven't been quite that low on funds, but I did sell some jewelry once for pennies on the dollar.

WorksForMom said...

This was hilarious Patois. I, too, remember the college ramen noodle years!

Jeni said...

My college days were actually relatively recent - 1990-1994 -but, thankfully, since my freshman year, I had a full-time job, plus a part-time job on campus and child support, added to the student loans I was able to procure, I managed to always have enough funds for the main items - roof, utilities, food and such -nothing extra for anything else though -like health insurance or extra clothes, entertainment and the like, but my two kids still at home and I survived. Never had to sell blood or plasma and it's a good thing too because the one time I tried to donate blood, they couldn't get a line in and get the blood to flow through it, so that most likely wouldn't have been an option for me then would it?
But, I remember way back in my younger, wilder days (pre-children), when my roommates and our party friends would be low on funds at the end of the month, we would take up a collection -whatever anyone had to contribute to the pot -and go to the liquor store and buy whatever cheap wines we could get -the most for the least money deals ya know. Fun times they were -but a lot of headaches too. LOL

Sian said...

*laughing* I love the way you get paid for blood in the US. I have been donating for ten years and for that I have been awarded a bronze (coloured) pin about the same size as a small safety pin...Gawd bless the National Health :D

gautami tripathy said...

I donate blood thrice a year. I started doing it after I realised how difficult it is to procur blood in India. One has to run from pillar to post!

Gill said...

LOL That would have made my BLOOD boil! If they paid for donations here my daughter would donate a LOT more often I think!

allrileyedup said...

I bet come Monday morning the alcohol was aplenty.

No matter how broke I was, I never gave blood for money. Needles skeer me.

The Alchemist said...

If you had bought Pot the Mac & cheese would have been a feast.
People got other people to give blood for them? for real?
I read that sinners used to hire other people to do a pilgrimage in their name as penance for their sins.
Great Post I loved it!!!

tumblewords said...

I recognize part of my life in your story - actually, I'm not that far from mac 'n cheese. :) Good story! AND the prompt on ODB is fine, your haiku are superb!

UL said...

Oh this was superb, so much truth inspite of being funny.

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