Don’t you wish you were here? I mean I could be someplace boring like Madrid or Paris or the Austrian Alps or London or someplace else. Hell no! I wanna be here with all the hip people and trend setters and movers and doers.
Then again, I haven’t had enough coffee this morning. I may be slightly delusional.
So here I sit on a Tuesday morning … behind … again … because I didn’t get out of bed when I should have. So I did some of that early morning stuff like yawn and sip on some coffee and read some emails trying to wake up. And as usual, my emails are full of crap which ends up in me doing a delete, delete, delete thingee. I’m good at that.
And the one thing I really, really love to delete are those stupid “Please take our survey” emails. You know the ones. You stay at a hotel and they send you an email afterwards asking you to rate your stay. Or you go some place for something else and you get the same thing about whatever service they provided you.
I wouldn’t mind taking them if there were something in it for me but usually there isn’t. My grocery store on the other hand gives me a chance at a $100 gift card (hey, I can dream) but nothing from these other clowns. So “die, die, die!” survey request. You got my money now leave me alone. Unless you’re gonna give me something in return and that would be a different story.