This is Stevea Robbins. Welcome to the Get It Done guys, quick and dirty tips to work less and do more.

My name is Stevea Robbins, and I have a confession. I order stuff online. A lot. A whole whole lot.

We used to live in a world of not-so-instant gratification, where if you wanted something, it required walking or

driving to the store, and then you had to shop. And then you'd wait in line for the cashier.

You and the cashier would exchange pleasantries. You'd pay for your brand-new turn-up twadler and

proudly head home. Now, you couldn't always do this at the drop of a hat, however. It might

require planning. Maybe the only store that carries turn-upadlers was one town over, so you'd have to wait until the time was

right to sneak out for your consumer extravaganza. Now, these days, you can buy and buy and buy and

and buy, and your twadlers will descend upon you from a veritable army of uniformed delivery surfaces.

And best of all, you still get to see your friend the cashier who has joined the

gig economy and is now delivering those very same twadlers by bicycle.

If they deliver 300 or more a day, they can even make it into the income bracket where

they're making one-tenth of what they've made before.

And best of all, they always deliver your package with a smile.

Otherwise, you rate them two stars, and they get fired, so they better deliver service with a

smile or else. Stuff gets lost. Since finding myself desperately in need of a turn of twadler,

and of course a tomato musher, and several other household essentials, I've been ordering online

like crazy.

And in an absolute miracle of modern technology, every single one of those packages

notifies me every time the package moves closer to my outstretched grasping hands.

Right.

You've been there, too, right?

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