In Praise of The Discard Button
Ever receive an email that’s so intrusive and inappropriate that it just begs for a scathing response, so you clear your calendar, turn the phone ringer off and tell your kid that he’s welcome to play video games for the next hour while you sit down and write a reply so full of snark as to make the recipient think you could very well be the love child of Truman Capote and Oscar Wilde, were such a thing possible…
… and then you realize that you misread the original email altogether and it’s not nearly as out-of-line as you thought?
So, that’s how my day’s going. How’s yours?
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Well… I’m alternating charts of patients WITH influenza, patients who DON’t have influenza (and are sure they do), and stopping to listen to the county rescue net. Someone’s just lost the back half of their house… Nobody’s REPORTING a funnel cloud, but sure sounds like a touchdown.
Interesting times.
I read that southern half of Florida is without power today. Sure sounds like all hell’s breaking loose down there.
Hang tough, Doc.
I saw that — not quite sure WHY the south went down hard. Nor is anyone ELSE… looks like a cascade failure. One station, or system, went down, and pulsed outages along the network it was tied to.
Nice that we’re north Florida… *grin* It’s been quite interesting enough here.
I’ve done that more times than I care to admit.
You get yourself all worked up and then realize that you’re being a complete tool.
At least you didn’t compose a response and hit “send”.
Been there and done that and it wasn’t very funny.
Yep. Thank goodness for spell check, which is what caused me to look back over the original email and realized that, as you put it, I was being a tool.
Just wish I had my morning back now!
re Florida: Nuclear reactor hiccup.
My boss mentioned to me today that he has microsoft outlook set to wait 5 minutes before sending mail when he clicks send. Seems wise.
That’s probably an excellent policy. Unfortunately, it also assumes that I’d actually remember within those 5 minutes that I had hit “send” and, well, that wouldn’t happen.