Is it wrong that I love to mess with the orker who requests a "Read Receipt" on every single e-mail she sends, even if it's just about what time people want to take their lunch breaks?
How do I mess with her, you ask? When I get the little pop-up telling me that the sender has asked for a receipt, I click "NO" to ensure that she gets no such receipt. That's how.
Honestly, consider this a public service announcement for cubicle dwellers and executives alike: Do not set the automatic "Request a Receipt When E-Mail is Read" thingamaboober on your e-mail account. Feel free to request a receipt for certain individual messages, sure, including those sent to a large group. That's great for scheduling meetings and for various times when it's legitimately important to be sure that someone received your message. But really, do you actually need to know whether I read your "Nope, I haven't seen it" response to the boss's question about some random file, when the rest of the crew has also responded? If you do, you're a frakking moron. I'm gonna read the last message in the thread and that's it, and I really don't want to deal with your stupid receipt request when I go to delete the rest of the useless crap in my trash.
Truth is, you're just lazy and you don't trust yourself to remember the receipt request when it might actually be relevant, so you punish the rest of us instead.
"You" here being the orker, you unnerstand. I don't know about you, of course (and when it comes right down to it, I don't really care).
This has been a public service announcement. If you see something, say something. Or something.
Not to get all Wild Kingdom around here, but prepare yourself for another animal post.
This time, I'm wondering if -- kinda like Snake Guy in the previous post -- I should start carrying my kitty around with me wherever I go. According to the latest in Boston Magazine, cats are the next big accessory.
It seems to me that people tend to think someone walking a cat on a leash is probably, well, not quite right in the head. So tell me, what would you think if you saw me walking my pussy around town?