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Friday, October 27, 2006Fund raisers suckBarely two months into the new school year, our family has already been socked with no less than seven fund raisers. Yes, seven. We've had bulbs (flower, not light), pizza, cookie dough, pretzels and candy, wrapping paper, coupon books, and what can only be described as a catalog of junk. For one of the fund raisers, my child's school graciously gave me the option of coughing up a flat fee, rather than sending my child slogging through the neighborhood to sell stuff. You better believe I jumped on that, because I still bear the scars of rejection from my own experiences with fund raisers. I remember coming home from school or scouts with a crisp, mimeographed order sheet with neat little boxes lined up beneath names of the products, rows and columns of boxes for product descriptions and quantities and totals. I'd dream of filling them to the very bottom, and having my teacher fall into wild paroxyms over my amazing sales skills. Unfortunately, my neighbors were cheap. Or maybe they just didn't like me. But when it started to get dark, I would head for home with my now-mangled order sheet containing maybe a half-dozen names, and very small amounts listed in the TOTAL boxes, knowing there would be no Top Seller Award for me. That privilege always fell to the kid whose father was a supervisor at the plant, and somehow "persuaded" each of the hundred employees working for him to order at least one thing. Talk about an inferiority complex. It was a harsh lesson; one I've carried with me for more than a quarter century, now. So you'd better believe I paid the flat fee. I figure it's way cheaper than the therapy fees my kids would have to pay in the future. posted by Donna Birdsell at 12:12 PM Previous Posts:
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