Sunday, 24 May 2015

26 Burleigh Street: My weekends at the BRC.


So this happened today. I've always known that my name would end up in the 'goodbye' section but still it caught me by surprise and I got a bit emotional *teary eyed emoji* 

For the past year or so, I have spent most of my weekends volunteering at the local British Red Cross retail shop. I didn't do it because I had to, I did it because I wanted to. Now I'm not fishing for compliments, I just want to talk about my experience in hopes of inspiring anyone reading this to spend a couple of hours per week giving back to the community and seriously, you'll get so much out of it than you expected. 

I started off learning to tag and steam clothes and I spent my first couple of months in the production room above the shop. It might sound like a tedious job but to me, I felt like a curator. A curator of clothes. Obviously, our stocks are primarily donations and most of them are second-hand but before you cringe at the thought of buying worn clothes, we do double/triple/quadruple check them before we put them up for sale and most of the donations we get are in really good condition, some of them are even new!

Other than clothes, people donate all kinds of stuff from books to accessories to paintbrushes and the basically you can find these little trinkets lying around the shop floor. We do have strict regulations about other things that we could sell, like have these bottles of lotions been used before or do these toys have the CE label attached etc. There's a lot of filtration that goes through before we put them up for sale. I'm telling you guys this because I know some people are very cynical about the things that charity shops sell, it's not like we get clothes and immediately hang them up, we make sure they're in saleable condition first. 

Enough about the regulating bit, time to more exciting stuff: the customers. By the end of the 3rd month, I was already allowed to be on the till (counter) and I loved it. I get to meet the customers and sooner or later, I started to notice t the regulars and the eccentric buyers. It's always nice to have a chat with them and they often have nice things to say. However, I have encountered a few rather unpleasant people: the thieves. On more than one occasion, I've seen empty hangers or price tags on the floor. I remember the one single time I caught someone red handed. Normally, I have my managers (Claire and Claudia) do the confrontation but production room needed help and I was on my own in the shop. I liked to believe that I handled it pretty well as they paid for the item and never came back. I just don't get people who steal, especially from charity shops. I just don't. 

Speaking of my managers, they're really the sweetest and most understanding people I have had the honour to call them 'Boss' (never really used that term though, we go by first names here). They are so dedicated to what they do and ensuring that the volunteers are comfortable with their tasks and always making sure we get breaks during our shifts. It made my first work experience in the UK a very memorable one as I learnt so much from them about retail and dealing with customers. 
Hoping that my future employers are as understanding as them or at least have free cookies and tea in the kitchen! 

I'm really going to miss working there, but I know I need the weekends now to revise (ugh) for the exams. Oh boy, I could go on and on and on about volunteering at the BRC but let's save it for another time.

About a month to go till the adventure! 

Till then,
Liza x 

Sunday, 17 May 2015

Fears and failures

For the past few weeks, I have been submerging myself in a pool of neglect and denial. I have been neglecting my health and denying the fact that I have been. As a result, I have fallen terribly sick.
Not just physically, mentally as well.

I want to be as honest as possible with you, the one reading this, as I know how amazing the support for my project has been. I am still very grateful. That is why, I owe it to you guys to tell you this.

I am afraid. Terribly afraid that my fundraising will not go as planned and I won't be able to raise enough money by the time it comes to pay up the remaining amount(£1560). I have tried and tried to be optimistic about it but as the day ticks down, so did my optimism.
Initially, getting 400 people to donate £5 seemed like an easy job, now I am only realising how tough it is to get people on your side.

Saying that, those who have donated with so much kindness and generosity, I am truly blessed and grateful. I cannot say that enough. Seriously, thank you so much.

I did try to do two fundraising events, which I planned to make a grand announcement. The first one was the selling of dreamcatchers in my school. I was a bit on the fence about it but I eventually saw through it and managed to raise £240 which is beyond my expectations.

My poster for the sale 

This was taken the day before I got ill --but managed to raise £240!!

My last and final event was to run a 10K. I signed up for it, even trained for it but eventually couldn't attend. Why? Because I fell sick
Yes the run was supposed to be today (17/05/2015) and I was supposed to announce it a week earlier so people can pledge for me to run. I was so upset that I left it till the last minute to announce it and ending up not doing it.
In retrospect, it was good that I didn't announce it, as I didn't expect myself to be this sick (phlegm, sore throat, dry coughs etc). I'll save you from picturing my condition the past few days.. let's just say I was in no state to be seen by others. No worries though, I am getting better. Slowly.

So there's me in my low point in life.

Again, thank you so much for supporting me, you guys are the sole driving force right now.
Promise, next post will be more cheerful! Just need to have a positive mind and a clearer nose.

Till then,
Liza xx