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January 14, 2011

Modern Day Trappings

Filed under: Life,Oklahoma — ldsrr91 @ 2:38 AM
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This week has been interesting to say the least, I am finding myself somewhat intrigued by this Facebook thing, is it going to go under or is it going to stay?  Are those die-hard Facebooker’s going to survive or are they going to melt down into some kind of sniveling mass of humanity?

Some of us are “people kind of people” we enjoy other folks, conversation with strangers, friends, and sometimes, relatives (but not often).  Facebook serves one purpose if anything and that is this.  It is a shinning example of how remote and disconnected we have become in the age of communication.  It is awful hard to be a people-person in today’s world.  Call Waiting, Voice Messaging, Text Messaging, that is the cat’s meow as my Grandmother used to say. A post card in the mail, unheard of in the 21st Century.

“We are so busy we cannot come to the phone right now”
“At the tone, leave your message.”
“We are so busy OD’ing on Vitamin E we cannot come to the …..
Well, you get it dont’cha?”

I don’t understand why they avail themselves of all this technology only to ignore it in the end. It has reached a point where people no longer have time for people. So busy out making a life, that they miss out on life completely. I believe Brad Paisley has a song about it all, it is called “Living On Fast Forward.”

To coin a phrase, “Stop the World, I want off.”

As you age, change is inevitable and in my case, hard to adjust to. I guess, unlike the typical Okie, who lives in a fast-paced, experience-driven, multiple-option world, where choice and personal values pale beside the possibility of exposure to the latest, the biggest, the fastest, the most prestigious, and don’t forget ……. “the best” ……. or the most expensive. I am out of touch. Everyone around me is zippin’ down the Information Highway and I am here, stuck on the on-ramp waiting for a break in the traffic.

The other day, our grandson Kyle, the “teenager” (groan) was over here, and I swear, that kid got more telephone calls, text messages, than I have had in say, five years? Yeah, that wouldn’t be so unreasonable to say. He has 1,500 songs on his I-pod thingy, who in the world has time to listen to fifteen-hundred songs? He said he was streaming live something or rather, and has downloaded his upgrade five times ….. give me a break.

Surround yourself with modern day trappings, and you in the end, still have what everyone else has, not much. Never before have there been so much transmission of information and so little true communication. Innovative communications methods and machinery have been developed and embraced in the past decade, yet the human beings for whom those tools have been developed have increasingly lost touch with the art of personal communication.

One of the very reasons that the Internet took off like it did, was the bare fact, that you could do it all “anonymously” and did not have to inter-relate with anyone. Communication with total strangers and NO commitments.  Face it, communication has taken on an entirely new meaning these days.

Tailor made for the American Psyche. A new American lifestyle … Cocooning … burrowing into one’s home/car where comfort and entertainment replace contact with people outside the immediate family. That is when they are not on a cell phone or some other gadget with lithium five year batteries.

Every time I return a business call, I get this line, “I am sorry, he is with a customer right now.  Can he call you back?” so I give them the number and then I wait on the return call.  More often than not, the call isn’t returned and the afternoon is wasted.  The thing that gets me, is every time I go out there (to the business itself) someone will jump up from a desk walk across the room and inquire, “Can I help you?”

What’s the point?  People don’t seem to have time for you, unless you have a dollar in your hand, that is.

“I gotta go Grandpa, I have this telemarketer on my other line. I will catch you later.”

Don’t bet on it.

OOO

June 4, 2008

BS (Business Situation)

Filed under: Recent — ldsrr91 @ 5:00 AM
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I am sitting here and I am looking at this tiny little red dot on the map, wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy up thar in Canada that recently showed up.  Looks like it is on the west side of a huge lake.  I am wondering if he/she has to put up with the crap that I have to put up with in this town down here, smack dab in the middle of the lower forty-eight? 

Perhaps it is one of Radio Girl’s ex-boyfriends or school chum, second cousin, I dunno.  It has me curious, makes me wonder … (The tiny dot is on my map to the right, way up there by the Artic Circle or just on the tundra line.  Click on the smaller view and you can see the dot)

Bought a new VCR/DVD recorder thing last month, got it home and found out that it needs a “cable box” in order to work (no tuner built in).  Just my luck.  Anyway, that is what I have been doing lately, dealing with a bi-product of bulls, it is called … uh – uh … You spread it on your flowers and it makes them grow better, yeah that is what it is.

So I trot down to Cox Cable and I inquire about a box/tuner thingy. They tell me that they have them.  I tell them I need a cable box.  They say, gee that is swell, give me the name of your first born male child, and we will give you one.  Yeah, sure.

  • “How much are they?” I ask 
  • “$5.25 per month is what we charge.” Was the reply
  • “Can I purchase it outright, or do I have to rent it.”
  • “Rent it.  No purchases allowed.”
  • “Can I pay for it now?”
  • “We will put it on your next bill” because we are good __________ and we like you! 

(At this point, I highly suggest that you run out the door as fast as humanely possible)

So I get the thing.  I am assured that there are “no other charges” and the amount will be charged to my next bill.  I take it home, I wire it up, it works peachy-Keeno, I am all set.  I am happier than George Bush at an all you can eat free bacon-burger & home fries church social.

The bill arrives.  My $5.25 box now costs $13.88, I am in turn not a “Happy Camper.”  Load up in the old truck and I go down to the Cox Cable outlet near the house, to talk to the “friendly Cox Representative” face-to-face and see if this can be explained.

“I was told this was to be $5.25 a month, how come it is $13.88?”  She tells me that, “You picked up the box ONE DAY after the billing cycle started for that month, so it has an extra month and ONE DAY pro-rated on the bill.” ($5.25/30 = 17.5 cents per day — Knowledge is power remember that.  Hahahahaha) 

So I say, “One month is $5.25 and a 2nd month is $5.25 and even with one day added that is not $13.88 it is $10.50.”  And then it begins … the fun and the games.  “No Don, you do not understand,” here we go again ….. So politely I suggest that she do the math.  Patiently trying to explain to my newest bi-lingual muti-cable enhanced moron friend that seems to have bonded with me and even refers to me by my first name where this simply does not add up. 

It is pretty simple, look … “See. $5.25 + $5.25 = $10.50…….” Which again is answered with … “No Don, you do not understand,” and I am ready to imply that possibly her parents were never legally married in this state or anywhere else.  I do not understand her, or the Cox Cable system of “NEW MATH” and I am starting to heat up.

One more time for the Gipper as they say … “No Don, you do not understand,”  No soap.  Long story short … I have to pay the full amount and then she says “Have a nice day Don.”  To which I reply, “My friends and my family call me Don, to you, it is Mr. Smith.” 

Having the option of “Do you want to be happy or do you want to be right? It is now time to make a quiet decision.”  As I have chosen this year to rearrange my priorities, adapt and learn how to cope without exhibiting my splenetic tendencies, I came to realize it was now time for me to depart.  I choose to be “Happy.”  And I leave.

In Oklahoma, a place with about six million cows there is an expression.  It is called “service.”  A farmer takes his heifer to the vet and he has her serviced.  When you want to mate a cow with a bull, the proper procedure or term for it is “you have her serviced.” 

You transport your cow to the bull and have her serviced.

Next month when you receive your billing in the mail, take a close look at it.  When the telephone company, Cox Cable or any other of these jerk wads send you a bill and you look down there towards the bottom, where it says “It has been a pleasure serving you.” 

Well …. You will KNOW exactly what they mean, wont’cha?

Yeah, like my wife sez ….. “Pay ‘em the two dollahs and move on.”  Bless her heart, but she is wrong.  It is rarely, if ever, “jus two dollahs.” And that still don’t make it right.

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