Beware of the Send button

I’m having some rather silly luck with emails these days. Two events this week have made me reconsider whether or not I should be allowed to have an email address at all, or even an internet connection. Or even be allowed to associate with society.

The first event was simple enough: I was on my laptop, writing an email to a new client, saying how I was looking forward to working with him, yada yada. My cat was with me, curled up on my stomach with her hind legs dangling over the keyboard. So the email got sent mid-sentence, and I had to email again and finish the sentence and apologize that the cat did it. Great first impression there.

The next day, I had just emailed my friend Chrissy thanking her for some help she’d given me, and then discovered on lastfm that people were playing her podcasts and the site was attributing them to someone else. So I quickly emailed again, saying something along the lines of “look how you screwed up lastfm’s statistics! I think you’re way hotter than the chick in the picture though.”

Except I had clicked the wrong email to reply to, and it got sent to another client named Chris. What’s that smell? Professionalism!

I considered, in my apology email to this person, saying that I was sure he was hotter than the “chick in the picture” but since I’d never seen him in person he would see right through my back-peddling.

I’d like to blame my slow internet connection (must be all the gay porn I’m downloading) but really it’s the drugs. I think I’m turning into the person Mail Goggles was designed for, except I would need it enabled every hour of the day, and I can’t do math in my head.