Change, for your convenience
I know we're supposed to "embrace change" and "change is good" and blah blah blah. But, please. For many of us, unexpected and unwanted change creates a disturbance in The Force. It's enough to go through life with all the expected bumps and turns. Then Mother Nature or health tosses a nasty change in one's direction. And then some brilliant person or organization goes and intentionally changes things. Sorry, not my favorite thing.
So, when I receive a letter or email that begins something like "We're announcing an exciting new..." I cringe. I want to tear up the letter or just close the email at that point. I don't want to know what's going to "make my life better" because, from years of experience, I know there will be pain and suffering of some degree.
Got two of those yesterday -- one from the Dreaded Cable Company (yes, we're still wired, we're Boomers) and the other from a company that manufactures one of our dog's more expensive medications. According to them, our lives will be unicorns and flowers and puppy dogs from now on, largely due to the marvelous changes planned...which, by the way, will likely cost us more money.
Along with an assortment of corded and wireless pushbutton phones, we also have one old dial phone in the house, in basic bakelite black. Mostly for decor and a discussion starter (everyone who visits asks "Does it work?" Yes, it does.) I think, in some ways, it's reminiscent of a quieter time, a gentler time -- when few, if any, annoyance calls came. (Today, most calls are unwanted ones.) When it took a moment to dial the number one was calling. When one was corded to a spot and couldn't walk all over everywhere and multitask, but pretty much had to focus on the phone call at hand. When change happened more slowly. When, ahem, letters came apologizing for a change that was to come.
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So, when I receive a letter or email that begins something like "We're announcing an exciting new..." I cringe. I want to tear up the letter or just close the email at that point. I don't want to know what's going to "make my life better" because, from years of experience, I know there will be pain and suffering of some degree.
Got two of those yesterday -- one from the Dreaded Cable Company (yes, we're still wired, we're Boomers) and the other from a company that manufactures one of our dog's more expensive medications. According to them, our lives will be unicorns and flowers and puppy dogs from now on, largely due to the marvelous changes planned...which, by the way, will likely cost us more money.
Along with an assortment of corded and wireless pushbutton phones, we also have one old dial phone in the house, in basic bakelite black. Mostly for decor and a discussion starter (everyone who visits asks "Does it work?" Yes, it does.) I think, in some ways, it's reminiscent of a quieter time, a gentler time -- when few, if any, annoyance calls came. (Today, most calls are unwanted ones.) When it took a moment to dial the number one was calling. When one was corded to a spot and couldn't walk all over everywhere and multitask, but pretty much had to focus on the phone call at hand. When change happened more slowly. When, ahem, letters came apologizing for a change that was to come.
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