Crabby Old Coot

I think I have reached the point that I am now a crabby old coot.

I have found myself using a tone of voice and writing lately that I later think came across as sharp and harsh when I do not really mean to be. Often I have been asked a question or given a portion of information and I reply directly with as few words as possible.

It makes me wonder what the people who have been receiving the responses and emails think about me. I do not necessarily mean to be sharp and hope the people do not realize that I mean to be sharp, I am just getting my point across or my response complete in the shortest time.

Amazingly, I do not think the same tone has come across in my recent posts, so, kind readers – keep reading but do not call or email me or you may find that I am truly crabby.

Hot Stuff!

Beware “Reply All.”

Because my job sometimes requires me to send out email reminders to some 600 people at a time, I learned the value of “bcc” after just the first experience when some people responded to the entire group with a hostile response. Since that time, the large group has all been under “bcc” so any response will be minimal. I “cc” a few key people, so they will know what has been sent and anyone who needs to, can respond to the key persons.

Yesterday was one of the days I got to send out the mass email.

Today the replies started coming in.

Thank goodness for the “bcc.” The only “reply all” said:

Hey there! Whaz up hot stuff? When are we doing happy hour?

In a way, I wanted all 600 to know that I was “hot stuff,” but I’m glad only three people saw it. Those three are going to give me enough hell for a long time.

From Ms. Sally Field!

I got an email from Sally Field today.

The topic was, “Final Attempt.”

I could only be so lucky.

Fortunately email spam filters are getting better, but because they sometimes catch the wrong emails, I regularly scan the ones captured to make sure friends messages get through.

The “Sally Field” name did catch my attention enough to stop and read the email title.

When it was not about some antiosteoporosis medicine, I was even more disappointed and let it go the way of all the other junk email – back into cyberspace unopened.

I wonder about the cyberlandfill.

I bet it is getting full and they may be looking for a new one. What kind of zoning would that require? I don’t really care. I don’t want it in my backyard.