Sometimes I look up things on Craigslist… I don’t spend an unnatural, or even regular, amount of time on it by any means, but it’s fun to look at sometimes.
Like Missed Connections? Missed Connections is awesome(ly hilarious? Sometimes…) and I always secretly hope one will be about me (it won’t). Also I like to look at the furniture and cars on sale because someday… Someday I will need new furniture and a car… Well, a car sooner rather than later.
So I was looking at jobs on Craigslist. I don’t really take 70% of them seriously, but there’s always a few that sound cool, but don’t work in my schedule.
This time, though, I found an advertisement for egg donation.
Would I like to make $7000? Absolutely. That’s awesome.
Would I like to donate my eggs? Well, therein lies the terrifying (and tricky) part.
Will donating eggs now really decrease my chances of getting pregnant later? Well, I’m not planning on getting pregnant any time soon and I’m pretty sure they take the eggs I lose every month anyway, right? I guess it depends on if they’re harvesting my future eggs or not, I suppose…
Would I like to have an invasive surgery? No, not really. Not at all, actually. I am terrified of doctors and dentists and everything. I go to the dentist every six months, though. I avoid doctors like the plague. I hate being sick. I hate being poked and prodded. I really hate surgery (really, really hate it–if you’re new here, you missed me complaining about that back in August/September… Yeah, Keith suggested I make this blog to stave off boredom, which it has done since then, thankfully). Doctors are terrifying. Unnecessary surgery seems terrifyingly ridiculous.
So, do I want to get paid to have surgery? It’s better than paying for surgery, but still, probably not.
But I do like the prospect of $7000.
Realistically, though, I’m probably fifteen pounds lighter for my height than any company would like. And, also realistically, suddenly gaining fifteen pounds isn’t healthy for me (vanity aside). So this is probably a moot thing to call awesome and/or terrifying.
I sent this to Bree and Steph, and I still think it’s true: “Being a sperm donor must be so fricken easy.” (You probably make a lot less, I have no idea, but there is no surgery involved which is a-okay with me.)
As an aside, since today is Thursday, go check out Diary of a Woo Girl where a restaurant review is posted. Woo!
A secondary aside, do you like my use of “fricken” up there? I don’t know if you’ve all noticed, but I don’t really swear unless I am very angry. I know you’re probably thinking “but in the Montreal story, you swear all the time!!” And you’re right, to an extent. But that’s usually a quote (such as Shawn’s swearing when he burned his hand) or the appropriate way to describe something (the game “fuck the dealer” or the term “gave him shit”, for instance). Anyway, thought you all would enjoy that aside.
As for blogging, I’ve been working on content for a post about Mardi Gras costumes (you knew it was coming) as well as a new Social Mathematics post about boyfriends. Hooray!
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