Nov 19 2019

Goodwill futon

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Goodwill futon-Goodwill futon All right, I’ll admit it. Despite the fact that I have an undying love for mechanical things that make loud noises and waste profligate amounts of our precious fossil fuels, I am,

Goodwill futon

All right, I’ll admit it. Despite the fact that I have an undying love
for mechanical things that make loud noises and waste profligate amounts
of our precious fossil fuels, I am, at heart, a granola-munching
eco-weenie. It makes me happy to be surrounded by foliage and wildlife.
I will happily spend hours insulating to save on energy costs. I
can’t bear to throw anything away that has any useful life left in it,
because I’m thinking “someone could use this” and also thinking about
how much energy goes into producing every single consumer good that we have.

Which brings me to today’s peeve. Due to my guilt over throwing out
anything useful, there were two large, overflowing boxes of stuff
sitting on my kitchen floor that I absolutely, positively knew I would
never use in my entire life, and yet were perfectly good, functional
items. I think there was a carafe from the old coffeemaker that had
ceased to function (it was a Mr. Coffee, so it’s entirely possible that
someone might have a good coffeemaker but have broken the carafe) a
couple locksets (the previous owners of my house apparently bought
whatever was on sale; thus on four doors I only found two doors that
used the same *BRAND* of lock, and none of them were keyed alike) and
some shirts that my mom had sent me, a few of which were so awful that I
would never actually wear them in public and one that I actually liked
but was the wrong size (I’m guessing she bought it for my dad and he
didn’t like it for whatever reason; unfortunately, my arms are about two
inches longer than his, so that was a waste of postage.) Plus a hideous
candleholder from God only knows where and a whole assload of books and
clothes that the girlie had decided to get rid of.

Enter Goodwill. For those of you not from the US or unfamiliar with
this particular store, the concept is that you just give them all your
old shit that you don’t want but is too good to throw out, and they
employ the otherwise unemployable to sort it out, clean it up, put it on
shelves with pricetags, and sell it to people in thrift stores so that
a) the otherwise unemployable aren’t on welfare and gain experience
interacting with the public in a retail setting and b) cheap bastards
like me might be able to score a good deal on something that I *would*
use (I’ve found quite a few cast iron skillets in thrift stores, and
they also sometimes have stuff like major appliances, if you need a
fridge or washer in a hurry and you don’t have a lot of cash.)

Now the way this has always worked for me is, you throw all the crap in
the trunk of your car, and you drive to the Goodwill, pull around back,
and unload the stuff. Someone will generally ask you what you’re
dropping off to ensure that you aren’t giving them a trash bag full of
cat shit or nuclear waste or something, then thank you politely and tell
you to have a nice day. But not here, apparently. First of all, not
all Goodwill stores accept donations, so I had to drive about 6 miles to
drop my crap off (which is why the stuff was still in my kitchen.) I
get to the store and they have a whole littledonation center” set up
in the back parking lot. I park back there, pop my trunk, and get out
my boxes of stuff. A guy came up to me and said “clothes?” I replied
“yeah, and some shoes, in this box” and before I could say “along with a
carafe and a couple used locksets” he’d taken the box and flung it into
a bin with resultant crashing and tinkling sounds. He asked “what’s in
there?” pointing to the other box. I replied “books and stuff like
that” and he pointed to the other side of the parking lot and said
“booksmumblegarblesomethingunintelligibleovertherethankyewverymuch” and
walked away. I saw a table with what looked like a lot of books on it,
and another employee was carefully inspecting the contents of another
box with someone who was apparently trying to drop his stuff off as well
so I just set the box down on the ground nearby and got the hell out of

Now correct me if I’m mistaken, but IMHO if I am DONATING shit to an
organization out of the goodness of my fucking heart that could easily
be thrown away, it should be made as painless as possible to actually
encourage me to do so. I really have better things to do with my
Saturday morning than drive around with a bunch of crap in the back of
my car, and apparently I’m not clued in to the way the local Goodwill
works in that the people that “work” there won’t sort through what you
drop off, you’re expected to do that for them. I shouldn’t have to do a
fucking thing except show up, unload the shit from my car, and say
“you’re welcome.” If their idea of “work experience” is training people
to expect the public, i.e. their customers, to do half of their job for
them, I’ll just throw my shit in the trash next time (or take it to the
Slavation Army in Maryland next time I’m out that way, much as I hate
supporting organizations that proselytize) and fuck ’em.

Of course, their employees will no doubt move on to fulfilling careers
in retail at Home Depot, as they seem to have the basics of “working” at
HD down pat.


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