Email, Gmail, there given me the shits.
I am convinced the whole things from the pit.
I really don't find to much joy
Except the obvious, of course
Of which I am employed.
All this webb has nothing I need but forces me in..
It's hard to succeed.
Nothing is obvious for a fool like me
And my eyes get dim and it's hard to see.
Where is the send button?
Where does it hide?
I think that are hoping I will lose my mind.
Why is forwarding this Gmail so bloody hard!
I've been trying for days
Would be quicker to get in the car.
Make an appointment to see this engineer bloke
Vent my frustration...
He'd think me a joke.
But that's how it was back in the day
You would write a letter and sent it on its way.
Or arrange a meeting face to face
This internet age has changed the place.
Now I waste time filling out forms,
"Fill out our survey."
Has become the norm.
Want to talk to these pricks?
Sit on the phone for hours.
"But our app does the trick!"
I am sick and tired of playing their games.
Without them am I screwed?
The whole systems in vain.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2024 01:49
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You missed out a dot or dash on that e-mail address?! It will get sent back to ya!
It's got that bad/or good?
My big pond account doesn't receive them (now a puddle?),, so I am forced to use Gmail... can't teach an old dog new tricks..I suppose.
I find Gmail OK 🙂
Good for you!
What's a bit tricky I find, is One Drive. Had to start using it as an old PC conked out!
Do the best you can - no one can ask anymore of you than that.....except the next email in your inbox....
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