Everyone hates to be put on hold. With horrible hypnotic background music. A place frequently called, had Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons” playing in the background. I never made it to summer, fall, and winter–which was a good thing.
I’ve been on both sides of the issue, as a customer service rep, and as a customer. On hold commercials for the companies’ products and services, were particularly despised.
“Your call is important to us. All of our representatives are currently with other customers. Please continue to hold and we be with you as soon as possible.”
What if a large corporation adopted something different–as follows?
We care because we care
We care because you’re there
We care because we care
We care–are you still there?
We’re there because we care
We’re sad when you’re not here
We all have to have it. Whether we have enough or not–unless we practice the barter system exclusively. Jacksons Browne’s lyrical description, “I’m going to be a happy idiot, struggle for the legal tender…”
What are some slang terms for money? Here are a few–not a comprehensive list by any means.
- Filthy lucre–Biblical reference, money, as being, “the root of all evil.”
- Dead Presidents
- Bucks, Sawbucks, Buckaroos, Buckarinos
- Green, Long Green
- Eagles–as in “the eagle flies on (payday) Friday night”
Ran back and forth
Around the town square
Behind the eight ball
Struck while irons were hot
Bent over backwards
To please themselves
Aligned with new moons
Something was missing
Sure Fluffy, it was all fun and games
Until someone coughed up a fur ball
Could you find this much discomfort
anywhere else–at any price?
There was a lesson in there–somewhere
I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
A thousand mile journey may begin with a single step, but ends with piles of dirty laundry, unruly, overgrown lawns, luggage to store away.
That’s the necessary stuff–not including the extras, getting back into routines, catching up on neighborhood gossip.
Would like this
Sometimes on my PC and laptop–something will start; something will go away; something I want to start, will fail to start.
Love sometimes fades, instead of growing.
Change comes before you know it.
Not feeling well, but don’t show it.
I’ve got tunnel vision again. At least, that’s the version I’m currently running.
Let’s get cracking–before I’m tripped up by my own two feet. Like a hog on ice skates–not that I’ve ever seen a hog on ice skates.
My ice maker is hard-pressed to keep up this summer. I need some hard-working words, to work hard for me. What is there to choose from? …Happy Hippies–Yippee! …Cartoon cats? …Words that rhymed with snivel? There’s drivel and swivel. Dull would fit right in there, somewhere.