I’ll confess, I’ve become a spam Nazi. In the glory days of the U.S. Postal Service, I could easily triage my mail, tossing what I didn’t want into the recycle bin. There was a certain amount of joy in sorting my mail, especially around Christmas when companies I’d never heard of sent me thick full-color catalogs full of goods I’d never buy. Perhaps it reminded me of my childhood days when my twin brother Vince and I would pore over the Sears “Wish Book” in those endless weeks before Christmas – wishing, hoping and praying for Santa to know what we’d marked and deliver it (all). Santa, if you’re reading this, I’m still waiting for that volleyball. #santa #wishlist
It’s funny how I can shuffle a fistful of paper brochures from the bar association, catalogs and credit card offerings into the trash while maintaining a Zen-like state of calm and indifference. So why is it that finding a single spam email instantly has me shouting “Off with their heads!” and sends my blood pressure into a dangerously unsafe range? I barely stop short of sending a BLAZINGLY ANGRY EMAIL WRITTEN IN ALL CAPS in reply. #spam
As I luxuriated this morning over my cup of healthy green tea, I thought it’s time I step back and take a deep breath about spam. Do I really need to have a visceral reaction to something that only exists as electrons (and doesn’t harm the environment) and is easily discarded with a single click? Not really.
Today I’m expressing my gratitude for the spam filter which keeps the hypertension episodes to a minimum. How about you? #spamfilter #gratitude
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P.S. Comment and share how you handle spam in your legal nurse consulting business.