My little corner of the world

I knew it was going to happen.

I just never thought it would happen to me.

You see, at work we get this daily inspirational thing e-mailed to every employee called the “Point to Ponder.” It’s usually some sickeningly trite customer-service-relations thing, probably thought up by some marketing dude. Well, my friend Sarah and I love to come up with pretty hilariously sarcastic skewed takes on the Point to Ponder.

Monday morning we got something like “ask your co-workers if you have a problem, they may hold the key.” Don’t quote me on that, but you get the gist.

That morning, I just so happened to have a comedy of errors going on in the house with the cats at, oh, 6 AM. So I started an e-mail to fellow-cat-person Sarah asking if she held the key to my DILEMMA… which was this really long stream-of-consciousness thing about cats that touched on their status as precious furry royalty, my status as staff, and their constant efforts to gross me out including (but not limited to) depositing turds on my carpeted hallway. Satisfied, I sent the message.

It was about fifteen milliseconds after I executed that nefarious combination of ALT + S (the keystroke shortcut in Outlook to send, instead of clicking on that button ’cause I’m too lazy to move my hand all the way to the mouse), that I realized that I had “replied to all” instead of just “forwarded” to Sarah.

So instead of just going to my cohort in crime, I send that to every single freaking person in the organization. Including the CEO.

You can bet that I found out RIGHT QUICK, FAST, and IN A HURRY how to recall a message in Outlook.

But not before it got read by about two dozen people. Including the CEO.

Thankfully she had a sense of humor about it. She came by my desk this afternoon and tried to “have a word with me about these inappropriate e-mails…” but by about the fourth word she couldn’t keep a straight face anymore.

I always thought that it would be my friend Sarah who would respond to everyone. But she would have done it on purpose.

At least I was able to brighten some people’s Monday. But I still feel like fifty kinds of stoopid.