Today, I received a Gmail with a SurveyMonkey to give feedback about my experience volunteering for Artscape.
Side note: Survey Monkey, I still haven't got over the fact that you took away my Zoomerang. As if zoomerang wasn't a stupid enough word, I now send surveys to co-workers referencing monkeys and actually ask them to take it seriously. Should I really have to be put through this mockery just because I don't want to pay for surveys?? Sigh.
So...nice little innocent me is dutifully filling out a survey, sharing constructive feedback, trying to make a positive impact on future generations of volunteers, when I received an ambush Gchat message.
You may notice that the culprit signed off so quickly that I didn't get to express my gratitude with a series of expletives...and hearts...and more expletives. Instead, I am making you all look at the website with me.
The hit and run chatter sent the following link to a website about piñatas at weddings.
http://blog.theknot.com/2013/07/25/12-wedding-pinatas-were-obsessed-with/
Even though I knew I would regret it, I clicked on the link. It takes you to a page of twelve wedding piñatas, all of which are about as annoying as this one:
Piñata cookies did not even make this list of "cool" wedding piñatas, but maybe they should have. As much as they are a terrible nightmare to make, even I can admit that they are A LOT more fun than having crazy white people in designer gowns blindfolded and hitting their guests with sticks.
I can only imagine what my Gramma would have to say about this idea.
Morals of this story.
-Volunteering will always come back to bite you in the ass one way or another.
-Getting me to make a blog post is as easy as sending me something annoying about weddings.
-Piñatas aren't just for quinceañeras anymore.
-I also found out that a whopping 340ish people accidently read this blog because they were googling Boston accents. I hope they found it useful. Suckahs.
