I Don’t Work Here.

Something about me shouts, “Retail Associate.”  Maybe it’s the khakis.  Whenever I’m in Target, Wal-Mart, or Best Buy, I often get asked questions by customers who simply assume I’m an employee.  It’s weird.  Being a nice guy, I sometimes answer their questions and thank them for shopping at Wal-Mart.  Other times, I just say, “I’m not sure.  Do you know where they keep the hammers?”

Since I’ve been blogging, several of you have asked me if I’m being paid to do this.  The answer is no.  I am simply a patient sharing my experience.  If I were to receive any money, goods, or services from the program in return for my words, I would feel somewhat awkward about that.  It would smack of payola.

This is the real deal.  I’m a satisfied customer.  Those who know in person know that I’m also quite vocal about organizations that I am upset with.  This blog is not the place to share those sentiments.  My intent in writing this is to clear up any confusion about my role and motivations.  I’m just telling my story in the hopes that it can be helpful or motivational to others.  I pay for my meal replacements just like everyone else does.

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  1. […] of other patients like me.  Make friends, grow your support network, and learn from one another.  I swear I don’t work for the clinic.  I’m just one very satisfied customer sharing my story as it […]

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