MMeM, Vol.11 Issue 38 – Against the (my) Grain

…email Terminator model T-1000.

Lately I’ve been trying something different, for me. You see one of my pet peeves is hearing other people complain about all the emails they get. Oh, they talk like it’s just such a chore to go through their inbox every once in a while. I never understood this griping because my experience has been that it takes less than a second to delete an email. Poof! It’s gone and like it never even existed.

Due to my view of email not being a big deal, I developed a problem where I would agree to any email subscription from any retailer of anything. For example, I’d find myself ordering a gift for someone and not that it was belated, but after shipping and handling it might be because I was starting the process too late. Subsequently, in my poorly developed mind at times I would hope to myself that if I enlisted in the seller’s email list that it would somehow put my order near the top of their queue. Yes, I knew and know that could/would NEVER be the case.

Obviously, this flawed thinking ended up bringing me quite a bit of email on a daily basis. Not that it was some insurmountable challenge as stated above. The other day for no real reason I set out to UN-subscribe from EVERYTHING I was receiving from nearly every service I didn’t HAVE to have.

(***NOTE TO READER- IF you subscribe to this blog via email, please stop reading now. Move along, there’s nothing to see here.***)

I did this exercise at work with my work email and at home on my personal email. It’s been like angels are singing as I open my inbox. Checking my email is a joy. Now when I open up email at work or at home it’s so refreshing to NOT see stacks of crap, spam, err emails. Now if I have 3 emails, they are actually from real people, friends, or relatives ONLY.

I readily admit that it is glorious and I will continue to be an email Terminator model T-1000 of everything I don’t absolutely want or need. I can admit mistakes, in fact I do both all the time.

Some of the services, sites, and organizations downright grovel about your decision to remove yourself. Others are quite nice about it and complete your request with one click. Then there are the sore losers who require you to find your ID and Password to their “site” to change your email preferences. Or, they check, one last time to ask, “Are you SURE you want to UNSUBSCRIBE?” Oy vey.

 

SoLong

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