An hour ago, I got a call on my Sprint cell phone. The call was a text message from Sprint. The message asked if I was willing to “go Greener!”
Sprint, you are dead to me! Your burial is tomorrow, at your store, so I can raise a stink in person, in public!
I got a call from them last week, but the indian guy who called didn’t have the “go green” script I guess. I’m am about to dump them too, but because my phone sucks, and their corporate stores employ chain smoking idiots who fight for smoke breaks more than performing customer service.
I frequently participate in online media questionnaires from the university where I did my grad work to help them define or refine the alumni magazine. The last one was an online questionnaire about "green" issues. Thinking they would ask about recycled paper, soy-based ink and articles about conservation, I started answering. But on the third page or so, the questionnaire began grilling me in exhaustive detail about my "green" practices in my home and business, as well as my commitments to do even more in the coming year. The program literally would not let me pass from one page to the next without expressing a commitment to replace my lightbulbs or other unproven leftie shibboleths. It was incredibly intrusive, patronizing and Big Brotherish, which I did tell them in the comments space.