Yet another post about my fantastic adventures with Feedburner. After writing that things were back to normal, my friend started to play tricks again, almost immediately in fact, leading me to think that I was getting punished for claiming victory to fast (I was raised a Catholic after all).
Since my previous, naive post, here’s how the situation has evolved:
You can tell what ride I’ve had; swinging from sentiments of being loved one minute, and rejected the other. My doctor actually told me that it might have caused permanent damage to what was somehow a healthy 45–year old heart.
Can I sue Feedburner/Google for “inconsistent reporting” reasons? Sleepless nights? Existential crisis? I guess not, since no one can touch “free”.
So, what are my real numbers? Well, I guess it depends on my mood, if not accuracy. Shall I calculate an average, or just plain decide to care only when the numbers are in a high phase?
I know more than one manager whose attitude towards numbers is just that!