Ever since Gmail decided to sort the Inbox into "Primary," "Social," and "Promotions" categories it's become easy to see just how much of what comes my way is advertising. This morning, "Promotions" was chock full of ads and offers, a windfall of Black Friday specials of one kind or another.
Here's the thing: I look at them. Yep, 50% off this, 40% off that with free shipping, buy one at 25% off get the next at 50% off – the list goes on. And I look at them.
I have to own that I'm as tempted as anyone to pick up another of my favorite things when some retailer is taking a good chunk of the price off and throwing in free shipping, too. In this, I am no different from the door busting, wee hours of the morning purchasing, major artery jamming hordes that were out and underway as early as yesterday evening. No different at all. Even if I should like to think otherwise.
Just as Thanksgiving gives me occasion to exercise gratitude, Black Friday reminds me just how much work I still have to do.
Here's the thing: I look at them. Yep, 50% off this, 40% off that with free shipping, buy one at 25% off get the next at 50% off – the list goes on. And I look at them.
I have to own that I'm as tempted as anyone to pick up another of my favorite things when some retailer is taking a good chunk of the price off and throwing in free shipping, too. In this, I am no different from the door busting, wee hours of the morning purchasing, major artery jamming hordes that were out and underway as early as yesterday evening. No different at all. Even if I should like to think otherwise.
Just as Thanksgiving gives me occasion to exercise gratitude, Black Friday reminds me just how much work I still have to do.
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