i've picked up a bit of casual work and if i had read the massive envelope full of stuff HR sent me i would probably know that there are some kind of regulations about confidentiality. i haven't (yet) read it but i'll cover my butt and not mention names.
my chief occupations are opening mail and taking people off the mailing list of a large charity organisation. that sounds easy enough, right? well there are about 1000 envelopes per day returned to sender which all have to be opened and the intended recipient taken off the mailing list. in my very rough estimation the backlog is somewhere near the 7000 mark and i manage to slog through them (estimating optimistically) at a rate of about 150/ day. should they choose to keep employing me and should i choose to stay i can anticipate taking some time to get through it all!
i haven't worked for money in a couple of years so it's novel to be back at the coal face and its all a bit of an adventure, not least because i am obliged to take the bus, two buses actually, to get there. i haven't really travelled on buses much since my school days and what a different view of the world they offer! i have seen a lady feeding pigeons (why?) a very large backyard sheep and a very small dog habitually hanging out the window. who knows what other treasures are out there?
the mail that comes in is mostly standard stuff but occasionally someone takes the trouble to put a wee sticker on the envelope or write a quick message on a donation slip and how i like those people! then there are the letter writers, i am touched by the letter writers: their thoughts are usually not particularly relevant to what we are doing but they have taken the trouble to write and they have the faith to believe that someone is interested, their faith in humanity is greater than most and their motivation is, too. the other thing that i love is seeing the bank cheques and money orders. it takes serious commitment to organise either of those things, not at all like the convenience of phoning or making an internet transfer. there are quite a few people who are willing to make the effort to go to the bank or post office to get a cheque/ money order and then post it. those people impress me. the people who write shaky copperplate and are probably well into their nineties impress me too, they are obviously old and possibly dont have a great deal of income but they donate faithfully.
i wonder about the folks who write " my mother is *insert age* please stop mailing her"
dont get me wrong, i uphold their right to decline mail and i have just applauded the elderly donors but i cant help mentally asking those correspondents "why does charity end at old age?" or i might imaginarily ask "so how come 97 is too old but 96 wasn't?" then there are those who write "charities keep asking me for money" well, i understand that its overwhelming but do you want to be taken off the list or do you just want me to know that you are tired but you made the effort all the same?
every day can be an education if we are willing, cant it?