Author: Barbara Goodhew
We live in a world of impersonability.
We want to share good news, we get voice mail.
We want to explain, we get a recording.
We need something fixed we get an answering machine.
We just need a question answered, but we have to wait
for the beep and leave a message.
I like progress too, but to me this isn't progression.
This is FRUSTRATION.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|anonymous (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, July 19 2005, 04:11 pm|
...ya know exactly what you mean....tried to make an appt. for the Dr....got this leave a message crap...then they will call you back....call for my unemployment---press button--speak japanese,spanish,etc...yuk! got fustrated? you bet i did...thanks Barb...great poem
|barb (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, July 19 2005, 04:47 pm|
They wonder why there is road rage, violence, well everybody is so frustrated. Glad you understand.
|Capricorn (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, July 20 2005, 09:24 pm|
Yea -- I get frustrated and they say if you want `such and such' press button one.....if you want something else press button two..... by the time they get to `press button six' I'm so confused I can't even remember what I rang up about! --and they call it progress -- pah!
|barb (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, July 21 2005, 02:01 am|
forgetfulness is a sign of old age Heeee. but yea,or" your call is important to us but all our lines are busy please hold". grr
|Meridian (18.104.22.168) -- Thursday, July 21 2005, 03:52 am|
I'm sick of those recordings too. Let's say for instance the phone rang with JC Penney's number on the caller ID. Instead of hearing a person's voice, you hear a recording. But sometimes I like those recordings, especially the one that says "Check number 4-5-9-0 for the amount of $40 and 39 cents, was cleared on, July 14th 2005."
---Very good poem Barb!
|barb (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, July 22 2005, 02:06 am|
yea those kind of phone calls I can handle lol.
Can you tell I was having a frustrating day. So I put on paper how ticked off I was lol
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