Work email is broken.
First my bread machine, and now this.
I am freaking out.
In an effort to control my panic, I have consumed a total of 5 Hershey kisses and am contemplating a 6th as I write this. This is some form of terrorist attack. I just know it.
How am I going to waste work time and hyper email my co-worker now? I can’t just get up and go over and talk to her! This means that I might actually have to do work all day. This is intolerable.
Does anyone else have this illness? Total and utter dependence on email? Is there a support group–E-mailers Anonymous or something, someplace where I can go for help?
All is not lost though. At least I have you…
Epilogue: We got email back about 5 minutes after I posted this. Had we not, I would have been searching the office for a means of suicide by about 10:30.
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