I've always wanted to donate blood. I've been successful in donating plasma a few times because they aren't too picky about where my body has been. Blood banks can be so picky when choosing their blood. Seriously now, if anything my blood is super strong because of all of the bugs that I've encountered throughout the years, not to mention that I had been unknowingly drinking well-water my senior year in Santa Cruz (a big no-no) and survived to tell the tale.
There was a blood drive at school today and I managed to get my name into a time slot. Luckily for me, it was during class and was going to get to leave half an hour early. :) I was getting all hyped up thinking about how my blood could potentially save a family member's life, or something crazy like that.
When I walked into the room that they were drawing blood, they told me that they weren't taking any more. Aww. I felt really embarrassed having to go back to class. I could have skipped, but I felt a moral responsibility to find out what kind of conflict resolver I am. Turns out I'm mostly a collaborator with comprising coming in a close second. Huh.
miércoles, abril 16, 2008
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Mmmmm... go figure. It always seems to happen like that.
And I can see you as a collaborator/compromiser. :)
As opposed to accommodating, competing, and avoiding.
Yep. Yep. Though I'm a bit surprised competing isn't up there higher. ;)
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