I love a false sense of urgency.
I got this urgent looking envelope in the mail today. Warning me that something was about to expire.
So, I opened it, thinking it was my subscription to Entertainment Weekly or Rolling Stone, or something else that I actually value and want to continue receiving.
Instead I found this:
Alas, my subscription to "Working Mother" magazine is running out. The subscription that I never asked for, never paid for, and really don't qualify for.
Darn.
Those of you who are long-time-listeners-first-time-callers around here may remember that I blogged about the first issue of the magazine that came to my door. I remember thinking that it was probably a mistake, or a promotion, and it would stop soon enough.
But it didn't.
It's been coming every month like clock-work. Much like my period. Which has also come every month like clock-work. Because I HAVE NEVER BEEN PREGNANT. And I like it that way.
I like how the letter informs me that with this special rate, it's like getting "every issue for less than $.89!"
Except, that's like $.89 too much. Considering that I am not a mother of any sort...working, not-working, retired, etc. etc.
They also promise to "keep my needs in mind." Uh huh. Clearly, they are not very good at this.
It's not even that great of a magazine, in my opinion. No movie reviews. No perfume samples. No pictures of Joaquin Phoenix. What's the point?
They can keep their "Lactating at Work?" and "Understanding Bullies" articles to themselves. Thank you very much.
So, I opened it, thinking it was my subscription to Entertainment Weekly or Rolling Stone, or something else that I actually value and want to continue receiving.
Instead I found this:
Alas, my subscription to "Working Mother" magazine is running out. The subscription that I never asked for, never paid for, and really don't qualify for.
Darn.
Those of you who are long-time-listeners-first-time-callers around here may remember that I blogged about the first issue of the magazine that came to my door. I remember thinking that it was probably a mistake, or a promotion, and it would stop soon enough.
But it didn't.
It's been coming every month like clock-work. Much like my period. Which has also come every month like clock-work. Because I HAVE NEVER BEEN PREGNANT. And I like it that way.
I like how the letter informs me that with this special rate, it's like getting "every issue for less than $.89!"
Except, that's like $.89 too much. Considering that I am not a mother of any sort...working, not-working, retired, etc. etc.
They also promise to "keep my needs in mind." Uh huh. Clearly, they are not very good at this.
It's not even that great of a magazine, in my opinion. No movie reviews. No perfume samples. No pictures of Joaquin Phoenix. What's the point?
They can keep their "Lactating at Work?" and "Understanding Bullies" articles to themselves. Thank you very much.
posted by Flamingo Jones at 9/21/2005 09:23:00 AM
4 Comments:
I could understand if it was "Working Mutha"
now THAT is something I'd pay $.89 for.
Phew!!!!!!!! Told you it wasn't mine!!
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