before a meeting at 8 a.m. this morning (a meeting which i was late to thankyouvermyuch despite the fact that i showered last night and ran a pure red light and one that was kind of orangey) we got to talking about e-mail.

see, my poor bossboss is continuely inundated with mail– all kinds of it, spam, serious mail, weird requests, etc. she made the joke that if she sees one more e-mail asking her if she wants to add a few inches to her penis she was going to scream.

“you buy the stuff once and look what happens,” one of the meeting attendees quipped, “how much do you need?” (this was the same attendess who shouted during a fun and heated debate about color coding and hyperlinking ‘we’ll have more color than a french whorehouse!’).

so anyway we were talking about e-mail and bossboss was saying she just doesn’t know what to do anymore.

“well,” i started, “you can be like me. don’t read half the stuff and only respond to half the stuff that you read, if you respond at all. and really it only helps if you respond if and when you have a witty, smart, brillant remark.”
“so that’s why i never get any response to me e-mail?”
“yep.”
“and here i thought you’d be full of more smart remarks.”
“doh!”

see? it’s not just my personal e-mail i don’t respond to, it’s all e-mail. i’m all-time queen terrible e-mail responder.

p.s. even though the tic-y weird eye spasm is back and even though today was uberstressful and frustrating at times, i still love my job.