Chugger finds out the job is crap.
A ‘charity chugger’ who had the job for just four days before quitting revealed he made £200 from the gig without raising a penny for good causes.
The former fundraiser, who wished to stay anonymous, worked shifts on Slough high street and outside the town’s railway station.
He added that he and his colleagues ‘quickly started to see people as a number, as a sale’ as they can earn bonuses or commissions on the donations from unaware members of the public.
‘It’s essentially a sales job,’ he told MailOnline, ‘and you can quite quickly lose sight of the fact that it’s for charity. You see people as a means to an end.’
Er, yes?
Therefore, there will be plenty of former fundraisers who cost charities hundreds of pounds without returning a single penny to show for it.
In 2018, the Daily Mail revealed fundraising firms, including One Sixty Fundraising, were paid up-front fees of as much as £1.3million for targeting donors in the hope they will sign for up to five years.
This means at least the first 12 months of an individual’s donations are swallowed up in fundraising costs.
This is not news, it is common knowledge. I’ve not been pestered by these people for a long time. Indeed, I thought they had died out as a lost cause. Either way, I won’t give to any charity that uses them. In fact, I don’t give to charity very much at all. If I do, it has to be small, local and entirely run by volunteers.
Sounds like a politician to me.
The reason I don’t give to charity is that the government takes too much tax to splurge on ‘charities’ that I disagree with.
A casual glance at the accounts of things like ASH, Alcohol Concern, CRUK, et alia, show that a disturbing amount of their income comes from government grants, or from grants from government funded organisations. Like the NHS.
I understand the “charidee” sector turns over (I’m not sure the exact figure) something like £80 billion annually.
It is a “career choice” for many a narcissistic, jesus complexed, otherwise unemployable (that used to mean something!) kleptocrat. Unfortunately, it also seems to be an increasingly viable route into the political class and is on the CV of increasing numbers of MPs.
One simply has to consider the numbers in this country who will go from cradle to grave and not contribute a single penny to the productive (or anything else that can be considered even vaguely beneficial) economy.
With “charidee” being in effect the largest ministry, increasingly an actual mandarin class that no government can touch, is it any wonder?
My wife died last week from unpleasant diebetes issues and terminal cancer. We only had two weeks together after the diagnosis.
She was referred to ‘The Hospice in The Weald’ for palliative care, and I still wonder at how they immediately organised absolutely everything to make her safe, comfortable, and ready to die. They did everything and were magnificent.
You’ve been through this Longrider, and your way of dealing with your demons was a masterclass which I thought about each time I wondered what was coming next with my Girl.
I cannot thank them enough, and however I can help them, either with what little spare money I have or whatever, they’ll be at the front of the queue.
Sorry to hear that, Scrobs.
Thanks Julia! Luckily, a famous daughter is with me all the way, and we’re planning a great big party to celebrate a life well lived!
I’m so sorry to hear this. I attended my mother in law’s funeral on Friday. At 98, she’d had a good run. She was a magnificent woman who navigated life like an eighteenth century galleon under full sail, but she finally became becalmed in the doldrums in the early hours of the 27th June. She lost her husband at the same age I lost Mrs L. The morning after, she gave me some advice that I offer to you. She said ‘you are entering a new chapter in your life. It will be different, a little sadder, but it is a new chapter, nonetheless and you must embrace it.’ She lived by that advice and I have tried to do likewise.
Thank you Longrider. That is a comforting and warm comment on the plight I find myself in.
I’m so lucky with a fully-supporting daughter and so many friends, and the display of cards increases by the day!
I really do like your MIL’s statement – those few words are so wise and aware, and I’m still grasping my next moves to adjust, so I’ll embrace what I have got, and what I can still do, will be a marvellous goal.
Say a prayer for your MIL please – she was a very astute lady!
She was an inspiration to everyone who knew her.
Sorry for your Loss, Scrobs.
I haven’t run into chuggers since my office moved out of Southend. They don’t seem to frequent the new location as much as they infested Southend High Street.
They ain’t ‘charity chuggers’, the term chugger is short for “Charity Muggers”.
Yeah, charity charity mugger. Makes no sense.
Much like my irritation with people who say ‘PIN number’. No, the ‘number’ is baked in.
Scrobs – deepest sympathies, keep your chin up chap.
Thank you Bloke!
As a fellow Kentish Man, or Man of Kent, oh bugger, I was born in Sussex anyway, if you’re near T.Wells, then we are neighbours!
The Crem there will be sorting out my lady wife, and she wanted that!
Also, AC current. AC = Alternating current, so AC current = Alternating current current.
Many large charities seem to exist for the purpose of providing their executives high paying sinecures.