It’s time to bitch about email.  I spend the majority of my workday reading and writing email.  When I’m not doing that I’m

working on projects I’m going to send by email.  I use email a lot.  I want to bitch about it.   What’s my big email problem? Nonsense email.  That’s my big email problem. 

Nonsense email is what I call all the email that crowds up my inbox that didn’t need to be sent in the first place.  There’s tons of different categories that nonsense email can be grouped into.  Right now but I’m going to focus on the two I hate the most.  They are “thank you” and “I’ll get back to you” emails. 

Thank You Emails

I’m not talking about the “Thank you for meeting with me today so I could try to sell you my useless product” email.  While I do consider this to be nonsense email I tolerate it because that’s what you have to do if you’re in sales.  No.  I’m talking about the one word “thanks” email.  Granted, sometimes a “thanks” email is merited.  I’ll admit I send them myself on occasion, usually in response to an email with information I’ve been hounding the person about for weeks.  And sometimes at the end of a lengthy email discussion chain a “thanks” from your manager or an executive is a nice wrap up. 

But there are people, and we all work with them, who overuse the “thanks” email.  I get them all the time from the same people.  Sometimes they are directed to me specifically or worse, they are a “thanks” spamming me and 50 other people on the same email chain.  I hate this!  It’s a waste of time and energy. 

Don’t try to justify this with the old “you want to acknowledge that you’ve received the email” excuse.  As the sender of the originating email let me assure you, I know you received my email and if I want you to acknowledge that you’ve received it I’ll ask. 

I’ll get back to you Emails

I get these in response to emails I send to people asking for information.  They say things like “Let me look into this and get back to you”  and they usually come back within minutes of the request.  Like the one word “thanks” emails, they usually come from the same people. 

Once again people try to justify this type of nonsense by saying “I am very busy and I can’t always get people their information right away.”  As the sender of the email who is also very busy let me give you a tip:  If you stop wasting time sending nonsense emails you might be more efficient. 

I’d like to say I hate these emails more than the “thanks” emails but for the fact that “I’ll get back to you” emails actually serve a purpose.  Nine times out of ten the person doesn’t get back to me as promised.  Luckily I have their written statement that I can reply back to three days later reminding them to get me my information.  If I’m feeling particularly bitchy I’ll cc the boss. 

 

I don’t hate nonsense emails just because they waste time and crowd my inbox.  I hate them more because they are a sign of  what the corporate world has become: a group of people with short attention spans desperately trying to assure the world that they are, in fact, productive and working.  I’d like to expand on this point but first…

Let me look in this and get back to you.

Thanks! 

 

 

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I’m not sure if I would call them tough ass days, but back when I was in college I used to work at a credit card company.  In the summers I worked there full time.  The work was pretty boring and an 8 hour day often felt like 80.  At the end of each day for my ride home I’d pop in my favorite David Bowie cassette (Changesonebowie) and blast my favorite song on that album: 

I’ve always been a little envious of people who had special names for their grandparents.  My nephew calls his maternal grandmother “Maga.”  I’m not sure of the origin but we were all concerned he would end up dyslexic (he didn’t) since it sounded like “Grandma” backwards.  My mom called one of her grandmothers “Blah-blah.”  Not as endearing as “Maga” but “Blah-blah” obviously thought so because that’s how she signed all my mom’s birthday cards.  My nieces and nephews called my Grandma Teetsel “Gigi,” the initials for Great Grandma (G.G.)  I only ever called both my grandparents, Grandma and Grandpa which I always thought as boring.  However things could have ended up a lot differently for my Grandma Teetsel (my paternal grandmother) if if Grandma Broschard (my maternal grandmother) hadn’t intervened. 

Up until age 3 I actually did have my own special name for Grandma Teetsel.  I called her “Granny.”  I’m not sure that was the name she would have picked for herself, evidenced by my early birthday cards where she signed herself as “Nana,” the name my father called his grandma.  Looking back I would have been happy with “Nana” but thanks to early exposure to The Beverly Hillbillies I adopted the name “Granny” for my Grandma Teetsel.  Everyone seemed happy with that until my other grandparents came out from New York for a visit. 

We were driving home from picking up my mom’s parents and her brother Robert, from the airport.  I was sitting in the backseat, silently enamored by my beautiful and elegant “New York grandmother.”  Getting ready to say something about her long red fingernails which I found fascinating, I took a deep breath and innocently quipped, “Granny?” 

My remaining thought was instantly banished by the snicker of my Uncle Robert, who was only 9 at the time.  “Karen just called Mom, Granny,”  he announced to the rest of the car.  “Like The Beverly Hillbillies.”  Everyone in the car thought it was just as funny as Uncle Robert, except my grandmother and me.  I was confused and my grandmother was annoyed. 

She was also adamant.  She turned to me and said, in a most un-grandmotherly way, “Let’s get something straight right now.  You can call me Grandma or you can call me Mrs. Broschard.  But you won’t be calling me Granny.” 

I solemnly accepted the order and for day churned the moment away in my mind.  According to my 3 year old logic I decided that maybe “Granny” wasn’t such a good thing to be calling anyone. 

A few weeks later I found myself standing in the doorway of my Grandma Teetsel’s kitchen in turmoil asking her what I should call her.  It was an awkward conversation, even for a 3 year old, but I was determined to settle this once and for all.  “You can call me whatever you like” Granny…er…Grandma Teetsel told me kindly and so we settled on Grandma. 

At the time I figured Grandma Teetsel was just being nice and like my other grandmother did not like being called “Granny” either but looking back now I wonder.  It probably never mattered to her. 

It probably didn’t really matter to my Grandma Broschard either now that I think about it.  Her reaction was not directed at me personally.  All those years I thought she was mad at me for calling her Granny.  I realize now she wasn’t mad, she was shocked at the fact that she was a grandmother.  She was a good 10 years younger than Grandma Teetsel and still had children living at home. 

The one thing I do know now is that grandparents are the epitome of unconditional love.  They may have certain ideals of how they should be named by their grandchildren but in the end it doesn’t matter.  Because as all four of my grandparents taught me, they will love their grandchildren no matter what. 

There is nothing worse than a headache.  I get them occasionally, usually as a “gift” from Aunt Flo.  Even the smallest headache can make me completely useless and miserable.  Luckily they never last for more than a few hours and can be knocked out with a few Tylenol and a nap. 

Jennette Fulda, the poor dear, is not so lucky.  She’s had a headache for years.  Years!  Eeeeck! 

I’ve been reading Jennette’s blog for a long time so I knew about her headache and I knew she wrote a book about it.  I resisted reading it at first because I thought: a memoir about a headache?  Seriously?  But Jennette’s clever book trailer finally intrigued me and last month I added Chocolate & Vicodin My Quest for Relief From the Headache that Wouldn’t Go Away by Jennette Fulda, to my Amazon order.  I’m glad I did. 

Jennette has a witty, easy style of writing that makes reading about even a headache enjoyable.  I went into the book thinking it would come off as whinny and full of self-pity but to my delight it wasn’t like that at all.  Jennette hooked me from page one as she took me on a tour of what must have been half the waiting rooms in Indianapolis seeking the advice of neurologists, chiropractors, allergists, acupuncturists and massage therapists.  She reports on her experiences clearly and candidly in a conversational style that makes you feel like you’re talking to your best friend.  Jennette also has the simile down pat.  A little too pat for my taste actually which is my only criticism of the book. 

I read the book in a weekend, unable to put it down.  Even though I already knew how it all ends from reading her blog, a little part of me still had hope that Jennette would finally cure her headache.  SPOILER ALERT!!!!  She doesn’t.  But what I won’t give away is the revelation Jennette comes to at the end of the book.  It’s a piece of wisdom anyone could all benefit from (I sure did) and fortunately you don’t need to suffer from a chronic headache to have it. 

There’s a lot of things I don’t get compliments on but the thing that stands out most in my mind at the moment is my voice.  It’s OK.  I totally get why.  I do not have a very nice sounding voice.  Not only that but it’s really loud.  So not only have I ever heard someone tell me “You have a really nice voice” but I frequently hear people tell me “Can you keep your voice down?” 

My voice gets especially loud when I’m excited about something or talking on the phone.  It’s especially bothersome in the workplace.  I currently work in a cube environment and while I do try to keep mindful an use my “inside voice” as much as possible, I know my co-workers still get plenty to listen to from me.  They are all overly polite and nice and never tell me to shut up. 

I didn’t always have a loud voice.  When I was a kid I was very quiet and shy.  People used to tell me “Speak up little girl!  I can’t hear you.”  So I finally did. 

Dear Mother Nature,

As you may already know, today is June 1st.  As you are also already aware it is 50 degrees outside and raining in California.  Because of this people are still turning on the heat in their homes.  Others are avoiding the purchase of cute summer outfits. 

Based on our calculations it appears that your calendar is stuck on February.  Please look into this and make appropriate adjustments. 

Thank you in advance for your cooperation in this matter. 

Very truly yours,

California