I've been pretty busy at work this week, and this afternoon I managed to lash something up on Outlook. I'd had a personal email I wanted to answer, from one of my best friends; I dashed off a quick reply and sent it; and it bounced. No idea why (computers are weird).
So, irritably, as I was trying not to take extra time over it, I went >select all > copy all > new email > paste, entered the first two letters of the intended recipient's name into the "To" box and clicked enter as her name came up, and sent it. Only to see, next moment, that I had sent it to the wrong person. Said best friend's name begins with the same two letters as a colleague at work's name. I email her a lot (because best friends, yup?); but I also email him a lot (because colleague of vital importance). It turns out they are running neck-and-neck in my contacts list for that initial.
I tried to recall the email, but in the thirty seconds or so when I was still sitting frozen, staring at my screen and thinking "No... no... noo" he had already opened it. "Recall email" doesn't work once the email has been opened. Oh sh*t.
Scream at computer. Write hasty grovelling & embarrassed apology. Cross all available digits and wait.
I imagine he was still reading, and thinking "I don't need to know this, and my mother is not being a goose about my wedding - my wedding?!? - and why would I need lace and jam jars?" and contemplating how to tell me I'd cocked up, when he got the apology. He was, of course, a complete gentleman about it, so it isn't an absolute disaster.
But it is utterly mortifying to do something so bloody stupid; and if I can do it once, I could do it again. And I could do it in far worse ways. It's really shaken my self-esteem to make such an idiotic mistake, just because I'm tired and stressed and trying to do something in a hurry. I thought I was an efficient, professional person who didn't balls things up. Ha-bloody-ha, so much for that idea.
I suppose it is good for one, to be reminded that one is just as capable of making a really imbecilic mistake as anybody else. If even Jove nods, then common-or-garden mortal Ims is bound to, and it's a kind of mild hubris to think I can't.
I still wanted to weep for a while afterwards, though. Epic bloody fail, woman. Epic.
I came home, ate felafels, felt disconsolate and incompetant, and watched "Great British Bake-Off", which is schadenfreude of the first water in such situations.
I've been trying to cheer myself up, since then, by getting on with some of my sewing. I bought a dress in the sales for £11; when I tried it on in the shop it was one of those garments that don't quite work, but I could see it had the potential to be something rather smart, with a little help. So I bought it anyway, and am adjusting it. I've taken off the sleeves and taken out the zip, and I'm refitting the waistline and the bust darts, and turning the edges of the shoulders under to make it sleeveless. It's a really unusual fabric, a screen-printed design in grey with green orchids. I think it's going to be rather snazzy when I finish.
I'm also engaged on cannibalising two other old dresses to make a third; when finished this will have a rather 1920's cut with no waist at all, cap sleeves and a harlequin-patchwork panel down the front. And I'm converting a black evening dress into an evening top as a present for the DipGeek. Lots of sewing, then; and when I turn out my winter things I'll probably find more jobs there, too. I don't have a sewing machine, so this is all hand work. Luckily I find needlework very relaxing of an evening. I feel much better now. I've almost got over the email fiasco >whimper<
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