Showing posts with label messages. telephone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label messages. telephone. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Petey's Stoopid Thought for the Day

So my in box shows yet another pitch e-mail from the web site Classmates with the headline. “Pete, How do you remember Pam?”
Immediately I thought , “Sweating and moaning with every thrust of my hips.” Ahhh Sweet Sweet Pammie.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Balloon Juice » Our Productivity Problem: US Workers Won’t Be Treated Like Zoo Animals

Balloon Juice » Our Productivity Problem: US Workers Won’t Be Treated Like Zoo Animals:

As Henry Ford knew, you still need people who can buy the stuff you are making. Without consumers their is no need to build stuff no matter how inexpensively you make it, and you can only pay people so much in a society to sell and customer service each other when none of them produce anything.

We really need to re-eVALUEate. There I typed in with the full knowledge that life is to short to sweat the spelling.

Knowing what will happen when those millions of Chinese workers are replaced by machines know the shit storm that follows has no app to solve that.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Who's Calling


One advantage of being phone fodder for corporate America in my spare time, is the opportunity to hear different answering machine messages across the country. Here is my favorite so far because it cuts to the chase:

“From my family to yours, we are looking to make some changes in 2009. So leave a message and if we don’t call you back, you are one of those changes.”

Subtle, no blaming, accusation, remorse. Just I don’t like things as they are and it is time to change. I don’t know anything about the history but I love concise thoughts and statements. I hope the person or persons to whom that was directed to got the message.

Just because you own a phone doesn't oblige you to talk with every numb nut that places a call to the number. Now I may be calling because they wanted a job and I was responding to them. But I didn't have to listen to three minutes of their favorite song. Nor did I have to listen to them mumble incoherently or worse yet actually sing their favorite song. Although I have heard some remarkable renditions. But at least I know this person will call back only if they choose to. I like those that take responsibility for their destiny.

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