It's All in Where You Sit

Sometimes evolution seems like a backwards ride, or at the very least like when you're on the subway and it's going forward but you're stuck in one of the seats facing backwards. It's a different view.

Last night at the Hannaford's, I made a new friend; his name is Redbox. (Don't ask how I know it's a male, it just is.) Since our first meeting I have received five emails from him, which I would normally hate except it has alerted me to the fact that this is how employed writers are spending their time these days. Once upon a time there were milkmen and egg men delivering the milk and the eggs to your door, and now they're gone but we have these writers filling our online mailboxes. Writing corporate emails that annoy strangers is most likely a damn good job in today's world.

The first email asked me to confirm my email address in order to become a member and get all the rest of the emails. Then came "Hi, welcome!" followed by "Thanks, here's a free gift," and then, "We got your returned tape, thanks," and lastly, my receipt. All that for my one rental at $1.26. Not bad. Or is it? I wonder how much that writer gets paid.