It’s getting worse, not better.
As we move farther into the digital age where almost anything and everything can be done on line I get more and more and more junk mail in my mailbox.
I’m talking about the tree eating paper form of Spam people.
Sure it may not be asking me if I feel the need to increase the size of my penis but how many ads per week to I need for a new laptop, cheap pizza and photos of my kid. How many credit cards do we really need because I swear to you the week is not complete if we do not get a minimum of 3 credit card applications. Usually it’s more like 50.
Then there are the cable ads. From our own cable company. The telephone ads. The telephone service adds. Internet access too.
I am sick of spending my valuable time being pandered to. I am sick of the shredding and mountains of waste. I spent over an hour yesterday shredding junk mail. Wasted time. Wasted paper. Wasted irritated Cami.
Those are my 2 cents for today. Want an even angry 2 cents? Go say hello to my dad. He’s angry today too, and rightfully so.