Email Marketing and Auto-Responders
By: Joan Pasay –Copyright 2005, Sat Dec 10th, 2005 12:41:44 AM
I am really depressed today. An old e-newsletter flame that dumped me many months ago sent me an email out of the blue. I hadn’t received any emails from this old flame in months. I did not even think I was still on the list. Receiving that e-newsletter conjured up feelings of betrayal and hurt that I thought I had resolved after dozens of sessions with my therapist. And to make matters worse, the email newsletter was trying to get me to buy some product, from another company, that my old flame was ‘recommending.’ My flame did not even have the decency to send me an email newsletter about how things were going in his neck of the woods. I still can’t believe any of this is happening.
My therapist says that journaling about my problems will bring clarity and understanding.
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By: Joan Pasay, Sat Dec 10th, 2005 12:41:44 AM
I moved into a new office recently and was unpacking when I realized I was fading fast and needed a caffeine fix. Seems my Starbucks cappuccino machine had gotten lost with the movers. I panicked.
“Now what?” I thought. I had never gone a full afternoon without a latte. I knew something would happen if I didn’t get one, and it would probably be the kind of thing that would come up with my therapist, so skipping my caffeine fix was not an option. I already had two pages of issues we were covering. I guess the unpacking would have to be put on hold.
I set my Starbucks radar on full alert and followed the trail of casual business attire. Sure enough, two blocks later I found a Starbucks on the corner. As I pulled open the door, a tiny gentleman whisked in
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By: Joan Pasay, Sat Dec 10th, 2005 12:41:44 AM
I moved into a new office recently and was unpacking when I realized I was fading fast and needed a caffeine fix. Seems my Starbucks cappuccino machine had gotten lost with the movers. I panicked.
“Now what?” I thought. I had never gone a full afternoon without a latte. I knew something would happen if I didn’t get one, and it would probably be the kind of thing that would come up with my therapist, so skipping my caffeine fix was not an option. I already had two pages of issues we were covering. I guess the unpacking would have to be put on hold.
I set my Starbucks radar on full alert and followed the trail of casual business attire. Sure enough, two blocks later I found a Starbucks on the corner. As I pulled open the door, a tiny gentleman whisked in
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