I’m all for shopping online, but the constant request for feedback is making me growl at my screen. All the companies are becoming so needy and it’s awfully tiresome!
How did we do? Would you recommend us? Give us a score out of 10. How likely are you to use us again? Did we meet your expectations today?
The questions arrive by email and text message, sometimes just moments after you have placed the order.
For goodness sake. I ordered cornflakes, they arrived, they tasted just as a cornflake should. End of. I don’t have the time in my busy day to give you a rating. Stop asking. Believe me, you will hear if I’m not happy.
I understand that they want to know how they are doing. But I’ve worked in these places and it’s all about their targets, it’s so they can prove they’ve achieved their objectives. It enables them to quote ‘98% of our customers said they’d recommend us to a friend’. Then, the head of customer experience moves on to bigger and better things. They don’t really give much of a damn about me as an individual.
Next time maybe I should email in – ‘How did I do today? Did I shop well? Did I buy what you wanted me to buy? Did I spend the desired amount of time on the page? Did I add to your conversion rates?
More is not more. Send the occasional feedback request and I might want to fill it in. Ask me endlessly, and I just get cross.
Sunday didn’t go so well from an earning point of view. I got up early enough, but then flopped my way around the flat for a while, watched Andrew Marr’s Show, took a long shower and tidied up a bit.
I forced myself to focus around 11.30am so picked up an article on Textbroker that asked for a description of the Kiddy company. Euros 8.50 earned.
Before lunch I went outside and washed the car. My train of thought reasoned that, it’s one thing to earn money in the gig economy, but I could also save a bit here and there too. So, instead of paying seven quid for a nice young chappy to hand wash my car at one of those places they have in supermarket car parks, I’d do it myself for free. It took a bit more effort than I thought it would, but my car came up shiny enough. And I got away from a screen for 45 minutes.
I had been invited to a bring-and-share lunch with all the flat owners where I live, so I took along my couscous salad and chicken kebabs around 1 o’clock. And spend the rest of the afternoon sitting in the garden with the lovely residents. Much better than working any day.
Day two: earned £7.50 running total= £19.50
Amount not spent £7.00
The first day of my official gig living was OK on reflection. It was a Saturday, so my initial thought was ‘yay – it’s the weekend’ but then the reality dawned. Avoiding the nine-to-five doesn’t mean you get weekends off – it means you are open to work whatever the day, date or time. Gulp. Humph.
Having resolved myself to this new way of life, I checked Textbroker.co.uk which is my go-to place of online work. I’ve used it for the last four years to earn a little extra for holidays, Christmas and birthdays. Textbroker is a content mill, loathed by some but embraced by many. Here, members can pick up bits of writing work (the kind of thing that is needed by websites but is pretty easy to pen) and get paid a few Euros. For gig workers it is a good source of work – it’s open 24-hours, there is usually something to work on, and you get paid for your work within a few days. I found a 600-worder ‘please write a blog piece about getting ready to sell your home’. No sweat. Every time you open a property blog, something similar can be found and I’ve read many of them before. Of course, each article written for Textbroker has to be unique, so I write from memory adding some of my own tips, and 600 words is written in half an hour. I always walk away, and do something else like put some washing in the machine, then proofread it before loading it onto the online plagiarism checker. Done. Roughly six quid in UK money will hit my account soon (should the client accept it – and they usually do).
So I picked up another and then called it a day. I might not work Monday to Friday, but a lot of other people do so there are more folks around and there’s fun stuff to do.
I am calling this a success because I did do some work, and I’ve earned a few quid. To work out how well I am doing, I guess a running total should be kept.
Day one = Money earned £12