Oh crap! Did I just click send!!!????

Have you ever composed an email only to send it to the wrong person? Writing a detailed description of your bachelor party in Tijuana, only to have it sent to your mother?

 

Well, I did something like that, maybe not as sordid, but instead of sending it to my mom, I sent it to my entire address book. A address book built from the beginnings of the Internet. Hell- Al Gore’s name is in there- and he INVENTED the Internet.
As anyone reading this blog today knows, we launched our new website AND this blog at 6:30 am. today. Not intentionally mind you.
I was composing the carefully crafted (only one typo!) email this morning, bleary eyed, at about 5 a.m. I already had the BCc address area loaded with hundreds of emails. Each email address a grain of gun powder waiting to go off. Meanwhile I’m multi-tasking, something I’m not very good at. If you’ve ever called and had a discussion with me on the phone, at some point you may have noticed my side of the conversation becomes rather muted. This is because I have decided to multi-task while on the phone with you. Check my Facebook status, look at some email, etc. Trouble with this is that I have a small brain, like only 250 Mb. So even opening a door requires my full attention. So, back to multi-tasking at 5 am, I compose another email to Gavin Picken, genius coder at Net Connection, for some final tweaks to my site. Yes, my newbie readers, that screen shot of my new site that came as an attachment was not intended for you. Somewhere in my haste this morning to get to the gym, I dragged and dropped the attachment to my mass mail and hit send. “ARGGGGGGGG”- I screamed a mili-second later. It might have been a more offensive word than ARGGGG, but you get the idea. I could see the little spinning thing indicating it hadn’t finished sending as I reached around with Ninja like quickness and tore out the Ethernet cord on the back of my iMac. Like Bruce Willis defusing the bomb as the last second ticks off- crisis averted. Or so I thought.

At the Gym I was cycling away with my buddy Mike Morin and I mention our imminent launch. iPhone always in hand he starts reading my email to me. My jaw drops. You’re not supposed to have that, fleeing in my fashionable Dolphin shorts and Keds- I high tailed it back to the office.

Calling high-command at Net Connection, Eric Brown was able to go for an immediate missile strike.

chingpea - May 26, 2011 - 10:01 pm

yikes! i’ve been lucky this far not to have that happen…

willisdesign - May 27, 2011 - 12:02 pm

Chingpea- I equate it with stepping off a ledge of a very tall building. At first you get a sick feeling, then a calm resolve that there’s not much you can do now but splat.

willisdesign - May 27, 2011 - 12:12 pm

Chingpea- You’re too young. You start doing crap like this all the time once you get past 40. The thing is, you don’t really care anymore.

Colleen Byrum - May 27, 2011 - 2:11 pm

Is there no end to your talent? This is blog is now bookmarked and will be on my regular reading tour.

P.S. Didn’t you get the memo about multi-tasking? After 50, there is no multi-tasking of any kind allowed without special insurance. At least that’s what my last newsletter from the AARP said.

willisdesign - May 27, 2011 - 4:24 pm

Nonsense Colleen, in fact I’m multi-tasking right now- see?- the phones ringing I’ll just answeritrightnowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

chingpea - May 27, 2011 - 6:49 pm

i’m too young? how old do you think i am? i’m almost 40! LoL. i already don’t care anymore. ;-)

willisdesign - May 31, 2011 - 3:51 pm

Thanks Colleeen- you are too kind. I hope to have some good ones coming up. Tuesday will be my weekly post date.

Don Williams - June 1, 2011 - 3:40 am

Good stuff Mike. I’m checking in.

willisdesign - June 1, 2011 - 12:25 pm

Hey Don- every Tuesday- get a refill!

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