Y'all, the number of notifications I get for EVERY. SINGLE. THING. I. DO is not okay.

Haircut? 6 reminders, sprinkled between phone, text, and email. Ordered a thing from Costco? 3 reminders before, 2-3 after. Doctor's visit? I can't even count that high.

I am a grown-ass woman. I have a calendar. I keep my own counsel. Leave. Me. TheFuck. Alone.

@alisynthesis How did we do? We'd love your feedback, so presently we'll send you a short survey.

How did Brandon do? Rate your interaction with Brandon, even though Brandon sent a one-line reply that said "I've passed this to marketing."

Don't miss your chance to review u–

@rgarner as they say back in my home state of Texas, Brandon's about to get an ass whooping.
@rgarner I actually replied to one of those feedback requests once. It was after I was forced to interact with a useless voice chatbot for several minutes before being allowed to talk to a human (who solved my problem in a few seconds). @alisynthesis
@alisynthesis shit. Forgot to call the dentist. Zero notifications. They called me last week. Sigh.
@alisynthesis
I have had this absolute work of art living rent-free in my head since I first saw it:
https://mastodon.ie/@dec23k/115902514497324700
Dec [{(:no_ai:)}] (@[email protected])

@[email protected] This reminds me of a thread here, which of course I can't find now. A fictional thread about someone who bought some underwear from Amazon, and they started getting emails and online ads from the brand, always happy and friendly, on a pure mission to sell more underwear. It got more and more frequent, never stopping, despite unsubscribe requests, until the writer was begging the brand to just leave them alone. The claustrophobia level kept slowly racking up; it was a work of art.

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