Please fire me. At my register this weekend, an old lady yelled at me because an item wouldn’t scan and upon telling her that I didn’t know why it was doing this, she promptly asked me what the point of me was.
This is me back in 2011. I was on dialysis. Dialysis is a process where a machine acts as an artificial kidney in order to attempt to work for your non-functioning organs. Dialysis is capable of doing 12% of what a normal functioning pair of kidneys can do. This treatment took four hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I had to fight my medical staff for time changes because I got out of school earlier and wanted to be off the machine earlier. All throughout this three year battle, I’d face migraines, cramps, depression, anxiety, insomnia, criticism, suicidal thoughts, and general weakness and inefficiencies. I remember looking to my right and to my left to see people of all backgrounds going through this process. Every day was a new battle, and whether it was a day of silver linings or a full on waged war with our affliction. There were white boys and girls, black boys and girls, people of all creeds, ages and backgrounds going through the exact same thing. And it was torture. I can’t even begin to delve into the immense conflicts I had with doctors and their seemingly oppressive standards on who gets transplants.
The national donor registry (UNOS) states there are about 123,294 people on the waiting list for an organ. Of those, 78,213 are considered active and ready for a transplant right this very minute. Unfortunately, there have only been 2,577 transplants since January 2013. That seems like a lot, but it’s really not considering that the amount of recipients is flatlined in the six figure mark.
(Content Warning: Grapic)
This was me on the day of June 9th, 2013. Since then, I’ve made it 22 months with a functioning kidney, and I hope to keep it for the general life of 15-20 years to tide me over into the next generation of organ repair. But until then, it is up to YOU to help people live the life they deserve.
Here’s me today. 18 years old. Living life without dialysis. About to graduate high school. Working a part-time job,
But my fight’s not over. I still face the potential to need another transplant in the future. I’m still on life saving medications that have strict times when I need to take them (every 12 hours). I still need constant blood tests, checkups, and more. What’s even funnier, Medicare will consider me “healthy” in about, oh, six months. I’ll be out of insurance. Being sick is a huge liability in this country, and those of us who aren’t affluent take the brute force of that liability.
My economic stance can’t be change too efficiency, but there’s one thing that can be changed: My ability to keep living if I ever come to that point, as well as thousands and thousands of other people.
What do I have to do to help?
If you haven’t already, next time you go to the DMV, don’t just brush off the receptionist with the usual apathy. Listen to them and wait for the question “Would you like to be an organ donor?” When they ask this, say YES. This confirms that you will save up to eight people needing organs, and hundreds of others needing bone marrow and tissue.
“If I become an organ donor, the doctor won’t try to save my life and will let me die so he/she can sign off my organs!”
WRONG! Doctors have a dedication to keeping YOU alive. It is only once you are confirmed TOD that they will consult an Organ Donation Specialist, who will discuss with your family the idea of donation.
“Don’t they just do that anyway?”
KINDA. Your family will have a chance to decide if they would like to allow your body to be harvested for donation. However, one problem with this is family’s become emotional in times of loss, and are thus subject to refusing on the basis of “bodily autonomy” which…is a fair judgement, but you’re already gone and can’t use your organs.
Please fire me. Two guys came up to my register. Guy #1 looks at me and demands I print a gift receipt. I do so after the transaction is complete, hand him his change, and he says, “Is this the gift receipt?” I say yes and he responds with, "Good girl.“
A grumpy ass woman, about 50 yrs old, came in to see a movie that she thought started at 1:00.
When I informed her that it, in fact, only played at 3:30, she started screaming at me.
(I felt genuinely bad for her because I’d bum hard too if I planned a me-day and the movie that I was really looking forward to seeing was listed at the incorrect time.)
Her: What!? I called! It said 1:00! The phone said it played at 1!
Me: I’m sorry… Was it Us that you called or was it a different number that gives movie times?
Her: I got the number from the paper! Ugh. It was for THIS theater! You fucking guys…god, you know, people TRUST that the times are correct!
Me: I understand. I’d be very annoyed as well. A lot of separate companies, like Fandango, often get our times wrong. It causes a lot of problems.
Her: Well you’ve just RUINED my day!
Me: I’m sorry. I do have a paper copy of all the times and movie descriptions if you’d like to see if maybe something else interests you…
Her: no No NO! I WANTED to see THIS movie!
Me: For in the future, we have a number you can call for times if you don’t have a computer. We check it and update it every day so there’s rarely….
Her (interrupting me): nonononononono I don’t care my day’s ruined! ugh! This is exactly why I never….You know what…. You’re being extremely helpful and nice and I’m just being a giant cranky bitch! I’m sorry! Have a nice day!
Me: Awe, no you’re just frustrated and rightfully so…. You too Miss.
Then she left.
In a decade of customer service, I’ve never once seen a customer acknowledge their shittiness, apologize, compliment the person they screamed at, and promptly vacate the premises.
I’m more of a liberal but I think americans should be able to own guns and carry them in public institutions. The guns just need to be registered just like a vehicle. Same process. That way if someone commits a murder they will able to easily find the person responsible for the crime.
Me: these came out early and aren’t valid till tomorrow I’m very sorry but there is nothing I can do
Them: I HATE THIS STORE IM NEVER COMING BACK HOW DARE YOU PEOPLE IM NEVER SPENDING MY MONEY HERE AGAIN
me thinking to myself: well if you learned how to read it clearly states the dates the coupons are valid with start to end dates sir/madam
Me to actual customer: *smiles* is there anything else I can help you with?
It’s not our fault you didn’t pay attention to the dates on your coupons…please do not blow up on me, the store, the company, or my coworkers because you made a mistake….I will also not compromise my job over you