What’s on the iPod: Love Interruption by Jack White
A mindful Good Friday and Passover to you all. May whatever your celebration is be blessed and filled with love.
Though I made an effort to avoid it when possible, I didn’t give up complaining for Lent. Good thing, for there was plenty going on this week that would have had me in a coma from lack of oxygen as I held my breath. For the most part things have been going along quite well, but this week there seems to be a spate of, well, stupid occurrences that have me on simmer.
Here are a few of the things getting under my skin:
People who give you tidbits of information, then go silent. I had this happen a number of times. I sent out a note to someone asking for an interview. The response: “That’s handled by someone else.” My follow-up note asking whom I should be contacting was met with complete silence. Seriously? Worse, this was a company senior exec ignoring the chance at free publicity. Next!
Randomly stated policies that throw a wrench in everything. In one case, an “Oh, by the way” note from one particular event coordinator group mentioned this new policy, which basically negates any reason for me to have spent the money to attend their event. Luckily, I’m able to work around it successfully, but they will be getting told in spades whenever this event is behind me.
“Personal” Twitter notes that aren’t. Twitter tweeps, many of you are guilty of the automatic DM. One of you tried to make it sound like you appreciated my follow, but if you’re not using my first name, I don’t think you really mean it.
Nonexistent customer service. I had a problem with an anti-virus installation. It took an hour to get past the ultra-thick sales/browbeating portion of the call to the actual help desk person, who solved it by uninstalling/reinstalling. Thanks for wasting my billable hours.
The worst job “offer” ever. Thanks to Meryl Evans for this one, which reads like a really bad recurring nightmare:
I need a writer who can write at least 5 articles everyday from Monday to Saturday. I am going to select multiple writers for this project. I will pay $1 per 500 projects. I will increase the rate per article once I find the right fit and award more projects to the same writer in the future. There is never ending work.
Please be prepared to write a short sample of 200 words if you want to get selected.
Bid only $30 for this project of 30 articles.
That’s not a truncated message. This person couldn’t be bothered to finish the ad. Perhaps she’s also being paid $1 for 500 projects?
The slew of fools who shouted “Pick me!” in the bidding section. A dollar, people. Seriously? I shake my head in disbelief.
What are your peeves this week?