Friday, October 28, 2005

 

My inbox runneth over

My boss's boss seems to think that since we have a remote work relationship I would be interested in reading every email she writes, receives, or forwards. I'm a frickin' webmaster! Don't copy me on emails about who's ordering stationery featuring our new logo. I don't give a rat's ass! A reasonable reader might say, don't read the emails. It's not that simple. When you receive an email from a coworker, you're justified in making the assumption that you're receiving it because you need to know the information contained therein. Especially if every single one of those emails starts with "FYI." And that's not all. Given the nature of her work, she first sends an email about something that's about to happen. (From here on, these will be referred to as "heads-up" emails, as much as I now hate that term.) Then, when said event has occurred, she sends an email notifying all her poor recipients that--SURPRISE--said event has occurred! Finally, we all get an email about a news story that covered the event. Why, God, WHY???!!!

Anyway. Scooter Libby's indictment makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. It took him 85 days to finally be "comfortable" with waiving his right to confidentiality as a source while a principled journalist vicariously suffered in jail. May he rot in hell.

P.S. If anyone feels the new look of the blog is disgusting/hurts your eyes/you have a better idea, please feel free to share. I'll probably just laugh at you, but feedback is always good, even if for its comical value alone.

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