Minor Rant

Right, these new charity collection workers that are going about… How fricken’ annoying are they? You know the ones – there’s always about 20 of them in a 100 yard stretch of Union St, they wear blue vests with the logo of their charity of choice over their jackets and they carry clipboards.

Because there’s so many of them in a small area, you can’t avoid one of them latching onto you. If you make eye contact, then that’s it – prepare to spend the next 20 minutes trying to tell the do-gooder with the clipboard that you don’t want to give your bank details out in the street…

How stupid do they think people are? How many people are going to tell a complete stranger – in the middle of the busiest pedestrian street in Aberdeen – what their account number/sort code/credit card details are? Yet they still harrass you for your cash. I was unlucky enough to get ensnared by one the other day. At first I tried to be polite, I listened to the girl and when she asked whether I’d be interested, I politely said “can’t say right now, I’m a bit rushed (trying to emply that I needed to get away), can you give me one of the forms away and I’ll send it in if I decide to donate”. Did the girl get the hint? Did she fsck. Cue another lengthy bit of goody-goody rhetoric from her, some bizarre reason why she couldn’t give me a form away with me and then: “So, if you’d like to give me your name, address and bank details, we’ll set up the donation direct debit for you” (insert gormless charity worker “gimme money” smile here).

“Sorry lady, but fat chance,” or words to that effect was my reply. I could see her about to do an angsty “why not”, so I had to cut her off and get out’ve there before I wasted another 10 minutes. One curt, sarcastic and slightly biting explanation followed, explaining why I wasn’t going to give my bank details out in the street, that I hadn’t said that I was going to donate in the first place and that frankly I didn’t want to donate to a charity that uses such harrassing tactics to solicit donations. Moments later, I was free, leaving a confounded Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes in my wake.

5 steps later and one of her collegues stepped in front of me to ask if I wanted to help the charity. He didn’t get off so lightly…

In other news, I received the bits today to build a PC for my sisters’ boyfriend. If I’d waited till today to order, I’d have quadrupled the size of hard disk I got with it (120GB instead of 30GB), for only a few quid more. Bah! Stupid “one day only” special offers..!

Looked at a flat tonight. (argh! only 4 weeks till I have to move out and I’ve still not got somewhere!) The owner, who showed us around, was quite frankly MAD! She started going on about asylum seekers, manners, the pointlessness in flying/exotic holidays and made sure she said my girlfriends name at the end of every sentence (despite it being me that was interested in the flat)… she kept going on for ages and we were only there for a quick view around the flat! Ye Gads! The flat wasn’t that great anyway. Big, but it needed more work than what it should, for the asking price (offers over £43K).

Anyway, I think that’s a big enough update for one night… later

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