I have worked in a fundraising department.
Tough business, that. Total hustle.
Good money in bequests, mostly - but you can't really budget around that.
You have to do all this awful direct mail, buying lists, dealing with lists, writing sappy stories etc.
The vogue, these days is to outsource it to shithead companies that pay young women to stand in malls and accost men and old people into "signing up" for monthly contributions - not even a change tin at the desk, because it's illegal for them to take money
Meanwhile, it takes roughly a year (no joke) for the first dollar of yours to get to that charity.
About once every three months there will be a couple of these lasses, there, sitting at a desk that is strategically placed, as usual, such that there is abso-fucking-lutely no escape from ignoring these cnuts and one of them will be a mouthy bitch who thinks being adversarial to my disinterested brushoff might just land her food on her table. That I don't like.
I have at times pulled my phone out and done a ringtone with my mouth, good times