My Exercise In Futility

I think I just inserted my foot into my mouth via e-mail. I knew this was coming, some form of utter stupidity on my part. But it’s probably what I needed to whack my head back on straight and back to normal size.

What happened was I logged in to my work e-mail and saw an e-mail that made me quite angry. Not one to keep my emotions bottled up inside, I of course responded to the e-mail as quickly and furiously as possible. Luckily, I had the sense to re-read it at least once before hitting the send button, and I removed some of the harsh tone. Of course I had to follow up my first reply with a second e-mail – an invitation to a conference call ‘requiring’ attendance of those who I felt had scorned me!

What I probably should have done was re-read the e-mail I was replying to and make sure that I actually understood what it meant. I of course didn’t do that until after I sent out my nasty reply. So what did I go and do? I tried to recall the message. Well, when you recall the message, the mail server sends out another e-mail showing that you tried to recall the first one. The reports I read indicated that some of the e-mails were re-called without being read. YAY! But, I could not recall messages to people who didn’t work for the same company I was sending the e-mail from.

So let’s see… how can we make this worse? I know! Let’s send out a third e-mail telling everyone that you ‘don’t understand.’ That won’t make you look crazy or anything, I’m sure.

Ugh – I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. Maybe I should come in place a few perscription bottles on my desk – perscriptions for the bipolar disorder Coley and I have decided I suffer from. At least I would have an excuse for my psychosis.