Is there anyone that works with mailing lists around? My office purchased one from a company and there is a field called "age code". I am assuming that that tells you the persons age. But I don't know the code. I mean, it looks like the persons age prefixed with an "E", but a very few of them are "pre-fixed with and "I", so I don't want to go and delete all the "E70" entried and find out that those people aren't 70 years old.
I have a call in to our marketing department, but I am trying to get this over to mail services so they can have a head start before Memorial Day Weekend.
Sophia, that sounds like something you'd have to ask the mailing list vendor -- from a little googling, it looks like a lot of marketers have an "age code" field but none of them use it in remotely the same way.
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I tried googling, but all I got was zip codes. because this is a University, there are like 2 layers of people between me and the company, so I have to wait for one of them to come in.
My boss is not on the list (I don't know how good it is), so I can't check based on her age!
Pop-u-lar! You're gonna be pop-u-ooh-lar! I'll show you what clothes to wear, how to fix your hair! Everything that really counts!
Don't be afraid of my frank analysis, think of it as personality dialysis!
Also:
There's a strange anticipation, with such total detestation, it's so pure and so strong!
I called a guy to follow up on a high priority email I sent this morning, and he says he was about to answer it, but he was waiting on his inbox to fire up. And he'd been waiting for an hour. But maybe he'd cancel and try again.
AN HOUR? And you need me to call and prompt you to get bored with it? He knows I need action today and we've been waiting on him for almost two weeks. Oy.
And now I'm in a phone meeting to which I have no idea why I was invited. And because of which I decided to work the rest of the day at home because I couldn't make it into the office before it started. So silly.
Don't be afraid of my frank analysis, think of it as personality dialysis!
Ah! I didn't catch all of that line, but I was amused nonetheless.
Poop. Pools are closed on account of the storm watch. Guess I'll make my TJs run instead. God it's hot. Walk to and from the Y and I am soaked.
AN HOUR? And you need me to call and prompt you to get bored with it? He knows I need action today and we've been waiting on him for almost two weeks. Oy.
I had to re-paginate our small journal (80 pages) not once, but TWICE, today. (Someone decided at the last minute to delete an 8-page appendix because it was a reprint for which the authors did not have permission. But then after I took those 8 pages out and re-paginated everything, Big!Boss decided to drop 9 more pages of appendices [from 2 articles], deciding they should be available only online in PDF form. So I took them out and RE-repaginated. Ye gods.)
It is, however, now in the hands of the printer and out of my hair.
Reason # 8544 why I love the Buffistas:
Prodigious use of the word "paginated".
