For all of my life there have been postmen and women. They deliver letters - and the occasional escaped dog in our case - on foot, regularly, every day, all year, in all weathers. If they were lucky they would get a once a year Christmas tip.
These days every non-Royal Mail delivery is quickly followed by an email: How did we do today? How was your delivery?
It was delivered. Like it was supposed to be. What more do you want me to say? "Wow, you did an amazing job doing your job!"
So needy. So unless you convince me otherwise I'm ignoring all 'how did we do' requests.
I hadn't realised I felt so strongly! No, I don't really; it just struck me how weird it is. I guess it's all about ratings. They can say they got 5*.
I suppose we all want affirmation but I doubt it gets back to the delivery person anyway. I thank them when they deliver.
Now I'm convincing myself to respond! Help!
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I ignore those phony stroke-my-corporate-ego surveys all the time. They are not set up for genuine feedback.
That's what I guessed, Debra.
Any response would probably count as a good one for pr purposes. I consign them to the electronic circular file.
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