I have donated blood for over 20 years in many states and foreign countries, endured the increasingly rudeness and thoughtless behavior by the minimum wage slaves who stick the needles in me to get my blood, which they turn over the their corporate overseers who turn it and the various organs they harvest to Big Profit.
Greg apparently runs the Slaughter Lane We Are Blood. When he drew my blood he was Unctuous, making sure even I had enough pillows, volunteering after blood letting to stab me again to see what my hct level was.
120 days later, a guy named Piper did me. Piper told me of a bread his British father craved and I asked him for the recipe. Greg furnished him with my email address. But he was developing a strange attitude. Did Greg just happen to delete my email from their computers? I suspect that is why I did not receive email notification for my next donation appointment.
120 days later a female took my blood
120 days after that I came in and told the receptionist that I had a new address. The zip code I could not remember. She wanted to know if I had any friends who might know. Meanwhile her hand was on her iPhone. She could have consulted it in a matter of seconds for the ZIP code but she did not. She preferred hassling a 75 year old man. I told her to forget it and walked off. She evidently told Greg I was rude.
Greg took me aside and told me that every woman I had interviewed at the desk during my visits called me rude. I asked what I did that was rude. He could not cite any act or behavior I had committed in any instance.
I said that in the absence of some kind of evidence I could not defend myself. But then it dawned on me- I was being framed by a jealous homosexual masquerading as the Great Protector of Women.There were several bizarre factual mistakes in Greg’s narrative. He claimed, for example, that he was the last person there to take my blood. In fact he had phlebotimized me once the previous year.But he was relentless; he wouldn't let it go.
After several minutes of Unctuous Greg’s badgering I said I was not going to endure him. Opening the door, I stumbled over 2 women bent over listening. I could not believe it.
I phoned the main office of We Are Blood in Austin, Texas and was referred to Mr. Ward. I asked if it were common for phlebotomists at We Are Blood to compile dossiers on donors. He said it was not. I told the story of Greg and requested an apology from Greg. Mr. Ward told me that he would have it investigated and it would take a week. He told me a person named Justin was going to the investigating.I never heard from them.
Would I return to any facility operated by We Are Blood anywhere? They insert needles into me. Those needles are supposed to be sterile. What if a vengeful homosexual with proven mental problems happens to rub some bodily fluids from a cohort with HIV onto the needle he inserts in my arm for 30 minutes? Need I say more?
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WE ARE BLOOD BEWARE!!
I have donated blood for over 20 years in many states and foreign countries, endured the increasingly rudeness and thoughtless behavior by the minimum wage slaves who stick the needles in me to get my blood, which they turn over the their corporate overseers who turn it and the various organs they harvest to Big Profit.
Greg apparently runs the Slaughter Lane We Are Blood. When he drew my blood he was Unctuous, making sure even I had enough pillows, volunteering after blood letting to stab me again to see what my hct level was.
120 days later, a guy named Piper did me. Piper told me of a bread his British father craved and I asked him for the recipe. Greg furnished him with my email address. But he was developing a strange attitude. Did Greg just happen to delete my email from their computers? I suspect that is why I did not receive email notification for my next donation appointment.
120 days later a female took my blood
120 days after that I came in and told the receptionist that I had a new address. The zip code I could not remember. She wanted to know if I had any friends who might know. Meanwhile her hand was on her iPhone. She could have consulted it in a matter of seconds for the ZIP code but she did not. She preferred hassling a 75 year old man. I told her to forget it and walked off. She evidently told Greg I was rude.
Greg took me aside and told me that every woman I had interviewed at the desk during my visits called me rude. I asked what I did that was rude. He could not cite any act or behavior I had committed in any instance.
I said that in the absence of some kind of evidence I could not defend myself. But then it dawned on me- I was being framed by a jealous homosexual masquerading as the Great Protector of Women.There were several bizarre factual mistakes in Greg’s narrative. He claimed, for example, that he was the last person there to take my blood. In fact he had phlebotimized me once the previous year.But he was relentless; he wouldn't let it go.
After several minutes of Unctuous Greg’s badgering I said I was not going to endure him. Opening the door, I stumbled over 2 women bent over listening. I could not believe it.
I phoned the main office of We Are Blood in Austin, Texas and was referred to Mr. Ward. I asked if it were common for phlebotomists at We Are Blood to compile dossiers on donors. He said it was not. I told the story of Greg and requested an apology from Greg. Mr. Ward told me that he would have it investigated and it would take a week. He told me a person named Justin was going to the investigating.I never heard from them.
Would I return to any facility operated by We Are Blood anywhere? They insert needles into me. Those needles are supposed to be sterile. What if a vengeful homosexual with proven mental problems happens to rub some bodily fluids from a cohort with HIV onto the needle he inserts in my arm for 30 minutes? Need I say more?
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