Mother called a lot of the things I did "an exercise in futility" and she was right on things like holding a marriage together, hoping for a raise, cleaning house with 5 kids under the age of 6, and she was usually right. Now let me tell you what the biggest "exercise in futility" is in my world today. It is that damned email.
When I open AOL a cheerful voice announces "You've got mail!" It is such a cheerful voice and I never cease to open said mail box. I run the cursor down the list and click on the first one that is an actual email from someone I know. Early in the morning it is not unusual to have 45 or 50 emails and maybe 2 will be real communications from a real person. I deal with those and then go to any that says "Paypal", "Etsy" or "ebay". Paypal will be an order and Etsy is usually a question and ebay requires some sort of action. These days orders are a rarity. AOL sorts my email and puts a lot of it in the spam folder. I look at that list and click the "delete all" button. Then comes the part that pisses me off.
I go back to the original mail list and look at the first one. I open it and it is from some vitamin company. Now if I simply delete it, they think I like to read their crap and the send me more. Learned my lesson the hard way on that! So I go to the bottom of their spiel and click the "unsubscribe" button. It pisses me off that I have to unsubscribe to something that I never subscribed to in the first place, but that is beside the point. I click on "unsubscribe" and if the gods are smiling on me I get the "sorry to see you go your name has been removed." That is in an ideal world. More often than not I get one of the following:
"We are sorry to lose you. Please update the reason you are leaving." which is a pain in my keester.
Or a simple "you are unsubscribe ." That is good.
But the one that sends me through the roof is the one that pops up and says: "You must prove you are not a robot." Then there is a set of pictures. "Choose the pictures with cars." I do that. "Choose the pictures with street signs." I do that. "Chose the pictures with store fronts." It is at this point that I loose it.
I have been know to write scathing letters telling them that no way in hell do I need Viagra or whatever they are wanting to sell me and hit the send button. On those occasions I immediately hear the click on AOL that means I have mail and it is to say that my missive has been returned because that mail box is not a reply address. Grrrrrrrrrrrr!
So now here I set wasting time telling you things you already know. The cat is on my lap digging her claws in the tender part of my legs and bumping my chin with her head and the mailbox is continuing to open and close over on the open screen under this one.
So there you go. My bitching for the day. A definite exercise in futility if I ever saw one!
When I open AOL a cheerful voice announces "You've got mail!" It is such a cheerful voice and I never cease to open said mail box. I run the cursor down the list and click on the first one that is an actual email from someone I know. Early in the morning it is not unusual to have 45 or 50 emails and maybe 2 will be real communications from a real person. I deal with those and then go to any that says "Paypal", "Etsy" or "ebay". Paypal will be an order and Etsy is usually a question and ebay requires some sort of action. These days orders are a rarity. AOL sorts my email and puts a lot of it in the spam folder. I look at that list and click the "delete all" button. Then comes the part that pisses me off.
I go back to the original mail list and look at the first one. I open it and it is from some vitamin company. Now if I simply delete it, they think I like to read their crap and the send me more. Learned my lesson the hard way on that! So I go to the bottom of their spiel and click the "unsubscribe" button. It pisses me off that I have to unsubscribe to something that I never subscribed to in the first place, but that is beside the point. I click on "unsubscribe" and if the gods are smiling on me I get the "sorry to see you go your name has been removed." That is in an ideal world. More often than not I get one of the following:
"We are sorry to lose you. Please update the reason you are leaving." which is a pain in my keester.
Or a simple "you are unsubscribe ." That is good.
But the one that sends me through the roof is the one that pops up and says: "You must prove you are not a robot." Then there is a set of pictures. "Choose the pictures with cars." I do that. "Choose the pictures with street signs." I do that. "Chose the pictures with store fronts." It is at this point that I loose it.
I have been know to write scathing letters telling them that no way in hell do I need Viagra or whatever they are wanting to sell me and hit the send button. On those occasions I immediately hear the click on AOL that means I have mail and it is to say that my missive has been returned because that mail box is not a reply address. Grrrrrrrrrrrr!
So now here I set wasting time telling you things you already know. The cat is on my lap digging her claws in the tender part of my legs and bumping my chin with her head and the mailbox is continuing to open and close over on the open screen under this one.
So there you go. My bitching for the day. A definite exercise in futility if I ever saw one!
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