Save my soul
Nov. 17th, 2006 03:55 pmSo there is some in the south - Georgia, I think - who has a gmail address that might be a little like mine. She also has a boat load of very clueless friends.
She is in some sort of Christian Chamber Commerce and big on baby showers. Just now she's being asked for her opinion on a TV hutch from Wal-mart. And she LOVES group emails...
I know this because somewhere along the way one of her many clueless friends (and maybe even more than one) added my email address to their list of 'send every single thought and stupid email you get right along to this group of people and include a Bible verse'.
Initially, when it first started, I sent a 'reply all' saying that the email went to the wrong person and they might all want to check their address books to ensure that their friend gets their emails and not me. I did this for the first 10 or so that I got. That was the first 2 days.
Then I hit 'reply all' and said that 'after today, I was going to set my computer to throw all of these emails right to the trash so they should understand that neither their friend, nor me was going to see their emails.'
Then I got a couple in a row that encouraged me to come to the next Chamber meeting because they were going to discuss what to do about the gays. (I responded to that one pointing out that their devotional Bible quotes suggested to me that they embrace 'the gays and find new best friends' - I'm sure that went right over their teensy little heads. Then the next day I got a list of things to get Debbie for her baby shower.
Then, I didn't hear anything for a couple of weeks and today I get the note about the TV hutch. This one was only sent to me and two others. The hutch is way ugly, by the way.
I've given up. Good thing I'm me and not some vindictive coder who might craft up a little nasty virus and send it to all of them. I want to, I just don't have the skills....
In other news...
cinenaut put me onto April Lane's Cleaning which sounds EXACTLY like the kind of place I need. I called the minute I got home from lunch with Patty and Chad was very nice but apologetic. He was just going into a meeting, could he call me back? Sure.
Except he didn't. It's now nearly 4. Their office closes at 4:30. Seems like if the meeting was going to take all afternoon, he might have mentioned it would be Monday. Buggers. This kitchen ain't gettin' any cleaner.
She is in some sort of Christian Chamber Commerce and big on baby showers. Just now she's being asked for her opinion on a TV hutch from Wal-mart. And she LOVES group emails...
I know this because somewhere along the way one of her many clueless friends (and maybe even more than one) added my email address to their list of 'send every single thought and stupid email you get right along to this group of people and include a Bible verse'.
Initially, when it first started, I sent a 'reply all' saying that the email went to the wrong person and they might all want to check their address books to ensure that their friend gets their emails and not me. I did this for the first 10 or so that I got. That was the first 2 days.
Then I hit 'reply all' and said that 'after today, I was going to set my computer to throw all of these emails right to the trash so they should understand that neither their friend, nor me was going to see their emails.'
Then I got a couple in a row that encouraged me to come to the next Chamber meeting because they were going to discuss what to do about the gays. (I responded to that one pointing out that their devotional Bible quotes suggested to me that they embrace 'the gays and find new best friends' - I'm sure that went right over their teensy little heads. Then the next day I got a list of things to get Debbie for her baby shower.
Then, I didn't hear anything for a couple of weeks and today I get the note about the TV hutch. This one was only sent to me and two others. The hutch is way ugly, by the way.
I've given up. Good thing I'm me and not some vindictive coder who might craft up a little nasty virus and send it to all of them. I want to, I just don't have the skills....
In other news...
Except he didn't. It's now nearly 4. Their office closes at 4:30. Seems like if the meeting was going to take all afternoon, he might have mentioned it would be Monday. Buggers. This kitchen ain't gettin' any cleaner.