I do surveys.
The latest landed in my inbox today, and question 11 is a prime example of a survey written by a seven-year old.
So I wrote to the survey company:
What is this utter gibberish?
Even if I lived in the centre of New York I would have an open space less than 1/2 a mile closer than the first option.
If I lived in the centre of Madrid I would be surrounded by green open spaces in most piazzas. The same applies to the centre of Rome.
So which place does this questioner live where their nearest open space is 30 miles – thirty bloody miles – away?
I await your response with baited breath, because I want to make a note never to visit this place, wherever it is.’
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And there’s more from the fuckwits at this polling company.
Well, pardon me for being challenging, but where’s the ‘0’?
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And there’s even more stupidity from these retarded fuckwits:
Please tick all that apply.
Can you spot the total absence of a ‘no’?
So when I don’t select any of these and press the ‘next’ button (the only way of saying ‘no’ that the question gives me, I get a message that says:
This is fucking stunning.
[pedant]Aren’t all those open spaces you mentioned man made?[/pedant]
[pedant] No. They were open spaces before the cities were built. The fact they’ve been terraformed is neither here nor there, as the survey chooses not to consider this a possibility [/pedant]
Miles…minutes. Nothing like user-testing the survey before they make it live is there? It bodes well for their analysis of the results. Not.
Aye, how precisely do you compare miles with minutes?
I am suggesting that it’s a typo. They wrote miles but meant minutes. Seems like a logical progression: 0.5 hours (30 mins) 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours. I say ‘logical’ I mean, less illogical.
Ooo, that’s a good point. There may be some method to the madness after all!
I was just collared by a nice lady as I exited Morrisons with my small bag of shopping. She forced me to answer lots of stupid questions:
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate the selection of bakery products in the store?”
“I don’t know. I just bought a bottle of coke, an apple and a Bounty and a nerdy computer magazine.”
“We’ll give that a five then. On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate the range of fresh fruit in the store?”
“Well, I didn’t really look. But I know they’ve got apples…” That was another 5.
“Did you manage to find everything you were looking for?”
“Yes. Apart from the Ocarinas.”
“?”
“It’s a small wind instrument.”
“You’re not taking this seriously, are you?”
“No.”
I wuvs you Masher.
Audi recently contacted me to gauge how my recent car service had gone.
They telephone interviewer kept asking me to choose various answers and for several questions, their range of answers was wholly inappropriate and inaccurate. When I started giving answers in either fractions or with statements such as “I’d rather cut my arms off with a rusty tyre iron”, she twigged that she’d got as far as she was going to.
Terrible. Trying to skew the data before they’ve even got any!