I went on the warpath today. Some things just bug me, and I have to try to do something about them, even though I know thereís nothing I can do. I can have all the spam filters in the world, and spam will still find its way to my inbox. Itís one of many problems with no solutions, and yet I canít live with myself unless I try.
Todayís mini-war was against junk faxes, and it actually started at 11:30 last night. I was in no mood. And my thought was that anyone who would fax me at 11:30 pm should hear from me. So I dialed the toll-free removal line and keyed in my fax number and got the usual thank you (for what? telling you I donít want you to bug me any more?).
And I did it several more times today. Sometimes its investment advice, which I donít need since I have no money. Sometimes its health insurance, which I donít have to buy for myself since I get it through my job. Sometimes its mortgage services, and ha ha ha, very funny. I know removing my number from the list is at best a temporary remedy, but I have to do something. Or feel like Iím doing something.