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I am so annoyed, have contacted the police and cancer research about this one!
Before I rant, I used to have hair to my waist, and being of Irish stock, its thick wavy Irish hair. I read a article about a little girl who wanted a curly wig after losing all her hair to chemotherapy, and chopped over 18 inches of hair off to make her dreams come true, we raised over £1200 for Cancer Research by doing this, so I'm not anti cancer charities.
My rant starts on Monday evening, I live in a little village so theres not a great deal of noise once the kids go to bed, it was 830pm. My kids had just gone to bed, and I had literally just left the room as 2 1/2 year old had finally given in to sleep.
As I reach the front door (gotta walk past it to get to the living room) there is a barrage of knocks, I swear I thought Jack Nicholson was gona poop up HEEEEEEEEEEERES JOHNNY, the dogs start barking (and our girls are HUGE), I open the door and there are 2 lads of about 20 years old, full Cancer Research gear. Do I want to contribute to their charity?
Do they know what time it is? I retort. The elder guy has the nerve to look at his watch and say 8:34pm, may we count on your donation?
As this is a family show, I won't repeat what I told him, but the air took a distinct shade of indigo.
Tuesday, about 7pm, we had just had tea, and the kids were in the tub before they went to bed, BANG! Again the Hounds of the Battersea start barking fit to burst, I open the door, Cancer Research. Can they count on our donation. I have this yellow sticker thing, we do not buy and sell at the door etc (reminds me I need a bigger one) I point that, and the time out, and close the door with the words donate online.
Wednesday, first they arrived at 11am, then 3pm, then 5pm.. then 915pm!! Each time the dogs went bananas, the house shook with the banging and it took a lot of coaxing to get the cat back in. In the end I told the only donations they would get is a dog's tooth in the backside. I told them that 9:15pm was a ridiculous time to be calling calling me and to go forth, multiply and fall off a cliff!
Friends, 725 this morning, the 2 idiots from last night banged on my door and asked if now was a better time to discuss payment options. The only left my driveway when my neighbour (who was going to work at the time) threatened them with a power drill!
I called South Yorkshire Police to complain about the harrassment to be told "this is a civil matter, take it up with Cancer Reasearch". I called Cancer Research to be told "our campaigns collectors are externally sourced. They are beyond our control". I contacted SYP again, said i wished to report the matter as it is a nusience, put through to the Safer Nieghbourhoob Muppets (as much use as an ashtray on a motorbike) who told me they needed to refer it to the Police (You tell people you ARE the police you cretins) ad the Police would call me back.
I had a PC (nice enough guy so I wont put his name on here) who is going to liase with Cancer Research on my behalf.. 25 mins later I get a woman on the phone who introduced herself as Mandy and very snottily barked out "you do realise that our campaigns raise millions for VITAL work in a cure for cancer?"
I snapped back she did realise that I have 3 small children, 2 dogs and a thing called a LIFE that her employees were making a misery, and didnt the money I donate and the charity events I have held count as fundraising?
Then she got REALLY abusive, calling me self centred and hateful. I obvously hadn't lost anyone to cancer thats why I was so ungrateful to them. No, I havent lost anyone to cancer, just had my best friend of over 30 years take an overdose and take his own life because he couldnt bear the treatment for lukemia anymore, and my aunt isnt my aunt is she? or my uncle.. Oh and granddads cancer wasnt cancer was it?!
She told me my donations were nothing to the amount the doorstep collectors raise, so i said well give me my hair back then! Told her my story of cutting all my hair off, and Cormac's story (RIP hun, I miss you). She told me I was evil and uncaring.
I am awaiting my pet policeman calling me back, and the She Devil from Hells manager calling me back after listening to the tape of the call.
But friends, it will be a cold day in hell before I donate another penny to them. EVER.
Marie Curie.. please send me a direct debit form.. and between us we WILL beat cancer.
Before I rant, I used to have hair to my waist, and being of Irish stock, its thick wavy Irish hair. I read a article about a little girl who wanted a curly wig after losing all her hair to chemotherapy, and chopped over 18 inches of hair off to make her dreams come true, we raised over £1200 for Cancer Research by doing this, so I'm not anti cancer charities.
My rant starts on Monday evening, I live in a little village so theres not a great deal of noise once the kids go to bed, it was 830pm. My kids had just gone to bed, and I had literally just left the room as 2 1/2 year old had finally given in to sleep.
As I reach the front door (gotta walk past it to get to the living room) there is a barrage of knocks, I swear I thought Jack Nicholson was gona poop up HEEEEEEEEEEERES JOHNNY, the dogs start barking (and our girls are HUGE), I open the door and there are 2 lads of about 20 years old, full Cancer Research gear. Do I want to contribute to their charity?
Do they know what time it is? I retort. The elder guy has the nerve to look at his watch and say 8:34pm, may we count on your donation?
As this is a family show, I won't repeat what I told him, but the air took a distinct shade of indigo.
Tuesday, about 7pm, we had just had tea, and the kids were in the tub before they went to bed, BANG! Again the Hounds of the Battersea start barking fit to burst, I open the door, Cancer Research. Can they count on our donation. I have this yellow sticker thing, we do not buy and sell at the door etc (reminds me I need a bigger one) I point that, and the time out, and close the door with the words donate online.
Wednesday, first they arrived at 11am, then 3pm, then 5pm.. then 915pm!! Each time the dogs went bananas, the house shook with the banging and it took a lot of coaxing to get the cat back in. In the end I told the only donations they would get is a dog's tooth in the backside. I told them that 9:15pm was a ridiculous time to be calling calling me and to go forth, multiply and fall off a cliff!
Friends, 725 this morning, the 2 idiots from last night banged on my door and asked if now was a better time to discuss payment options. The only left my driveway when my neighbour (who was going to work at the time) threatened them with a power drill!
I called South Yorkshire Police to complain about the harrassment to be told "this is a civil matter, take it up with Cancer Reasearch". I called Cancer Research to be told "our campaigns collectors are externally sourced. They are beyond our control". I contacted SYP again, said i wished to report the matter as it is a nusience, put through to the Safer Nieghbourhoob Muppets (as much use as an ashtray on a motorbike) who told me they needed to refer it to the Police (You tell people you ARE the police you cretins) ad the Police would call me back.
I had a PC (nice enough guy so I wont put his name on here) who is going to liase with Cancer Research on my behalf.. 25 mins later I get a woman on the phone who introduced herself as Mandy and very snottily barked out "you do realise that our campaigns raise millions for VITAL work in a cure for cancer?"
I snapped back she did realise that I have 3 small children, 2 dogs and a thing called a LIFE that her employees were making a misery, and didnt the money I donate and the charity events I have held count as fundraising?
Then she got REALLY abusive, calling me self centred and hateful. I obvously hadn't lost anyone to cancer thats why I was so ungrateful to them. No, I havent lost anyone to cancer, just had my best friend of over 30 years take an overdose and take his own life because he couldnt bear the treatment for lukemia anymore, and my aunt isnt my aunt is she? or my uncle.. Oh and granddads cancer wasnt cancer was it?!
She told me my donations were nothing to the amount the doorstep collectors raise, so i said well give me my hair back then! Told her my story of cutting all my hair off, and Cormac's story (RIP hun, I miss you). She told me I was evil and uncaring.
I am awaiting my pet policeman calling me back, and the She Devil from Hells manager calling me back after listening to the tape of the call.
But friends, it will be a cold day in hell before I donate another penny to them. EVER.
Marie Curie.. please send me a direct debit form.. and between us we WILL beat cancer.
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