I’m a millennial - I don’t check my mailbox for 6+ weeks at a time.
If I order something, then I know about it and expect it at my door (because it’s fedex, amazon, or ups).
Otherwise, it will have to wait until I happen to remember I have a mailbox.
For example, with bills - I expect you to have my email address and use it, because I supplied it whenever I established xyz account.
Exceptions:
Around the holidays when people send out holiday cards!
For a local property tax exemption, my county refuses to email it. Their requirement for receiving the exemption is that you live here locally, and part of their way for verifying that, is by sending the request form to your local physical address.
When it's too cold out to wanna walk all the way up there, I've gone for 3-4 months at a stretch. All I ever get is garbage anyway, so it's only ever mattered twice, and one of those was an expected package.
I'm like this with email. I do a quick visual scan about once per week... or fortnight... because it's almost all SPAM, and no matter how many blocks and filters I create, it does little to hold back the tide of trash.
Everyone who matters knows the only way to reach me reliably is via text message.
I get it, I check mine maybe once a week, but if I go longer than that it’s completely stuffed full. At some point it’s just not nice to the mail carrier that has to try and jam shit in there.
If junk mail didn’t exist wouldn’t be an issue, but there is a lot of verbose junk sent in the mail.
I am almost to the point where I don’t mind normal junk mail. That’s easy to quickly scan, identify as junk, and toss.
What really grinds my gears are when my companies contact me and write something like “Important” on it. This happened recently with my credit card company. I thought maybe I had gone overdue, or had overpaid and this was letting me know my bill the following month would be less (it has happened before).
No - it was letting me know I had good credit and could get a good % on a loan through them if I wanted. Now, that made me mad. Junk mail, from my very own credit card company. B.S.
My bank called me and told me I needed to come it due to something with my account. I asked what it was and they weren’t clear. I asked if they were just going to try and sell me a credit card and they said no. During the week I work banking hours, so they agreed to have me come in on Saturday. So on Saturday, instead of doing what I want, I get dressed and go to the bank. They tried to sell me a credit card and a savings account. Since that happened I found a new bank and have been migrating over. I plan to close the account completely in the coming months. I was a customer for 22 years without any issues, but fuck them for lying to me and disrupting my weekend for a sales pitch.
In the stamp postmark area, if you see “Prepaid Sorted Standard”, most of the time it’s junk mail like what you describe. Regardless of how “important” it says it is.
If you live in the US, you can get your mail sent to your email inbox every day you are getting something that is directly addressed to you (i.e., not spam). It’s called USPS Informed Delivery.
It doesn’t always work if they get your address slightly off (say they put STE instead of APT), but it’s a lot better than nothing.
Whenever I would buy rabbit food for a rabbit I was taking care of I would always get ads for chinchilla food and food for other small mammals. Like, I’m not out here collecting animals I just got the one.
Ads don’t make sense. I pay a fiver for the Netflix subscription with ads. I get ads for expensive cars. Do they really think I can afford an expensive car, but not a tenner?
Reminds me how people who have been paying much more in rent each month for years, often decades, are constantly refused mortgages for being “high risk” 🤦
It makes sense when you look at reality rather than lies. They want to own you. Everything is set up to make it so they own you and you cannot rebel because you own no means of survival.
That’s because if the rates suddenly go up, you won’t be able to afford the mortgage and you’ll go bankrupt. If your rent goes too high, you can just find a cheaper place.
I am compelled to point out here that one does not have to go with a variable rate mortgage. I would say one should never go with a variable rate mortgage for exactly the reason you state.
Additionally, rent is insane. One might not find cheaper rent, without getting help from the state. And if you make more than $60,000 a year, good luck with that.
this always reassures me a little bit. all the tracking and targeting and whatever that we’re supposed to be afraid of on the internet, and they still haven’t figured out a better form of targeting than this.
Honestly I was hoping for a more dyslexic moment where the post says “I wanted more toilet seats for fun”. As if she were a totally unhinged toilet seat collector.
I’m a 50 year old man with bladder disease, I’ve had at least 5. The answer is relax your sphincter. I mean if you don’t it might hurt mildly, but the lube is worse. I mean they give you a wipe but it still feels nasty until you shower, you can cry in there if you need to.
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