Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Today my office got a great object lesson in why you should NEVER use the "reply all" feature on your email. Someone in one of our offices somewhere (my company is worldwide) sent a group email to the wrong mailing list. A large number of the recipients used "reply all" to say that they shouldn't have gotten the message. Despite repeated requests from people all over the place, they kept doing it! We ended up with (I am not exaggerating) fifty or sixty unwanted emails by the end of the day. It was actually funny.
I think I made some progress this week in an odd way. I've always thought that the things I like are strange and I'm weird for liking them (thanks, family). A great example: Watching Next Iron Chef last winter, one of the contestants cheated by turning down an opponent's burner in the middle of a round. I thought, "that doesn't befit Kitchen Stadium. You don't deserve to be an Iron Chef." The thought startled me, and I thought maybe I should discuss it with my therapist because it seemed kind of abnormal. But this Sunday night, as I got big tears in my eyes when my favorite won Chopped All-Stars, I realized something. I am not a bit odder than someone who puts on the team hat and shirt and yells his/her lungs out on Sunday. And I am substantially less weird than the folks I once saw sitting in the stadium in Cincinnati with no shirts on -- in fifty-nine below zero weather! This is my favorite sport and these people are my team -- go team! Let's chiffonade the competition! (By the way I've had responses from several of them on Facebook, which makes me VERY happy!)
One of my co-workers is retiring after Friday. She's 75 and told us that she's moving back to Florida to live with her boyfriend. I asked if they were getting married and she blithely said, "no, we're going to live in sin." My reply? You go, girl! Sadly, her daughter is having a hissy-fit about it. She thinks she should stay here in California. Bull! I wish I had someone who wanted me to go with him. She deserves to be happy. I'm worried a bit, though. She told me that he's flying out to California and they're going to drive back to Florida because she wants to take her car. Well, that's the true test of a relationship. If neither of them leaves the other at the side of the road, it's for real.
Last night I woke up a couple of times during the night and both times I kept trying to remember what day it was and couldn't. Well, duh -- it was 2:15 in the morning and I was only one-third awake!
How much longer until the weekend?