Whining and Complaining

My last blog entry was basically me whining about having to do a business plan, and how I lived in the middle of nowhere. I also whined and complained a bit about trying to get some help from a web site that represented a local venture group.

I emailed the group this morning and I wanted to tell you that they were great to work with once I finally got their attention. I managed to sign-up and even get a telephone conversation with one of the people who work there. So maybe there is help after all! Thanks guys! The cynic in me says it's another goose chase, but the hound dog in me just likes chasing geese. (Gosh. I never should have eaten that hound dog for lunch. He keeps wanting to chase things.)

There's one obvious lesson that is to be learned here. Is it that persistance pays off? Is it that people are there to help you if you ask? Is it that a positive attitude will take you far?

Heck no!

This shows the power of whining and complaining. I did a bunch of it here with that article, but when I emailed the guys this morning I tried not to complain at all. After all, I wasn't really upset with this group: I was trying to solve my networking problems and couldn't figure out how to get from point A to point B. When I wrote, however, included a link to my blog. It looks like they clicked on the link and got a full dose of the whining without my having to deliver it.

I'm really on to something here! It's like when spiderman discovered his secret powers. It's a new secret blogging weapon in the war of customer service: the boomer-whine. It is much better than complaining in person because you're not really whining directly at the people. Instead, you are indirectly whining. This is vastly superior. It also seems very southern for some reason. And it opens up a whole way of communicating: the optional gripe session.

Back in the day, it used to be you had to show up in person at the business, hang around the office for hours while you told all of your problems to some poor schmuck who was stuck there, unable to run away. This is why in all the old movies they kept liquor in a desk drawer somewhere. Had to have something to kill the pain of all the complainers hanging out. Now in the information age you can just email them a happy note and then ambush them with misery in the blog link! Why didn't I think of this sooner?

Now that I have discovered my powers, I must remember to always use them only for good and never evil.

I hope I get a cape. A cape would be cool.