Medicare Season

Medicare season is over, I think. During certain times, people on Medicare can make changes. Apparently, every insurance company in the states knows that. Also, they apparently know those who are on Medicare. I generally get a phone call every other day, sometimes two in one day. They all want to tell me how good their system is compared the rest. Sometimes, they don’t do this so well. For them, English is obviously their second or maybe third language.

I would hope no one in their right mind would discuss their medicare with someone who barely understands English. The other day, I had some sinus problems so I took some antihistamines, put my phone on the charger and went to sleep. I was just about dreaming really nice dreams when my phone started making noises. I jumped up, ran to the other room, picked up the phone and said, “Hello.” Afterward, a woman started her spill about her Medicare system. If you think I kept my cool after that, you don’t know me. Then I spent the next half hour going back to sleep. By the way, dreams don’t work like video machines. Not only was I not able to pick up where I left off, I had no dreams at all.

The irritating thing is, I pay for my phone. The advertisers don’t pay one dime to use my phone and yet they get full use of it. To be sure they advertise about their wonderful plans on TV. Through November and half way through December, all station breaks have Medicare ads, sometimes two. On occasions, I’ve seen the same ad twice in a row. Well, at least that is on them. They pay the bill, every bit of it. Do they help me pay for my phone? Forget it.

Then, of course there are the flyers that come in the mail. It ought to be illegal to make a flyer look like official mail. I have to scrutinize each and every one before I toss it. I have a fear the one I toss just might be real. That’s just not right. They do it on purpose. Everyone of the flyers look official as can be. If I were to respond to one, I would not chose any of those who are trying to deceive me.

I think maybe that I will put a special ring on my cell phone for those I want to speak to. The rest can just sit there and let it ring. After a while they just might get the hint. But then I am something of a realist. I’m not holding out much hope.

When to Quit

Some folks just don’t don’t know when to quit.


I ordered a pizza over the internet and ever since I received two emails a day from them in an attempt to get me to order more.  Surprise!  It didn’t work.  They angered me so much that I now go elsewhere for my pizzas.  (Did you know Subway makes a very good personal sized pizza?  By the way, it only takes a minute or two.)


I ordered a few books from Books a Million on line.  Now, twice a day they keep sending me messages expecting me to order more.  I wonder how long it will take them to find out that is contra-productive.  Not only that, it angered me.  Not only that, it discourages from ordering anything on line.

They have a little procedure to go through that is supposed to get them to discontinue.  Guess what?  It doesn’t work.  I tried it.  I think it just encouraged them to send more.  Henceforth, their messages will go in my junk folder.  Even before, I didn’t read their ads.  Now I won’t even see them.


I had a plumber come out and fix some stuff in my house.  They did a good job, so the next time I had a problem, I called them.  The woman that answered the phone wanted me to sign up for a yearly plan.  I told her forget the plan; I just want my pipes fixed.

She was stubborn.  She kept trying to sell the plan.  I hung up and called another plumber.  The one did nice work but they simply didn’t know when to quit with the sales gimmicks.


Perhaps, maybe, possibly, one of the best things a person running a company can learn about advertising is just when to quit.  Sometimes, too much is just too much.

By the way, I still don’t buy My Pillow products.  I don’t even watch the ads.  I change the channel or fast forward through them.  I’ve had some practice at it and I’m getting good at it.  However, it does just make me wonder just what kind of an advertising budget the guy has.  My guess is that most of it is wasted.  Yet, he is the one with the big corporation and I am the one living on my Social Security.  I wonder what that says.

Over Advertising

There are a number of advertisers that have advertised so much that I will never purchase one of their products.  Right at the top is that fellow that advertises My Pillow.  Guess what?  I will never buy one.  I won’t take one if he gave it to me.

I’m not absolutely sure, but it would seem that he is there with his advertisements at least every other commercial break, maybe more.  When he comes on, I don’t just mute the TV.  I change channels.

Oh.  …and by the way.  The things are overpriced.  When I was in the Corps, I slept on dirt and welcomed it.  I don’t need his pillow.  It will never have a My Pillow.  (I wonder just how much he spends on ads.)