divine angst

My alma mater is having their yearly alumni-calling-fest. I spoke with one of the student volunteers last week and told her that, yes, I did intend to make a gift, but it would probably be in the summer. When she asked if I wanted to make a pledge I told her I didn’t know how much I’d be able to give because I was going to grad school. But I told her I always pay attention to the reminder emails and send something before the end of their fiscal year—even if it’s just $20. She was so nice and polite and I hung up knowing that I had dealt with the yearly call.

(By the way, I’m always nice to the student callers because I participated in the phone-a-thon a few times and I had to speak to some not-so-nice alumni and parents of students. It’s no fun to be 19 and have a 55-year old berate you for asking them for money.)

Anyway, back to our story: That phone call was on Monday evening. My cellphone has rung every night since then with another call from them. Each time, I have seen the phone number, recognized it, and hit the cancel button to send it straight to voicemail. They have left no messages. Tonight alone, they have called THREE TIMES.

So, in case anyone from my unnamed alma mater is reading this: I already spoke to someone, said my piece, and she should have marked that down. STOP CALLING ME. I am not going to make a pledge right now!