So the corporado environment presents all sort of economic distractions from co-workers. While I graciously decline most of the time, I nevertheless wind up pledging to the occasional Walk-a-thon or buying some Girl Scout cookies. I am measured in my response.
Our Drilling Manager has a niece in college who, I forgot the OK sounding reason, needed to sell some magazine subscriptions. I didn’t really care to, but I went ahead and dropped $30 on a subscription to Flight Journal, as I do have an abiding interest in aviation history.
That was a couple of months ago, and I’d pretty much forgotten about it. Flying somewhere a few weeks ago, I had pause to consider it as I contemplated picking up a copy of Flight Journal in the terminal and thought, no, that’s coming in the mail.
Today I found in my mailbox the last two monthly issues of Florida Sportsman. While I have sometimes enjoyed the cultural peek-a-boos afforded by niche magazines, I can only surmise that these Floridian exposes have landed at my feet by error.
And that goes to the guts of the issue. Should I gripe? I suspect, since a subscription to one magazine has been established, that it’s effectively impossible to fix the error.
I’d guess that Florida Sportsman was alphabetically next on the list behind Flight Journal and, unless she just magically missed Flogging Enthusiast, it’s just a bureaucratic error that she likely can’t easily fix. We’re probably stuck with where we are. It would be a different situation if this was a subscription I’d sought out and purchased through “normal” channels.