Email Shmee-mail

1 Jun

I always expect big things to happen when I’m gone.

I left work Thursday morning and didn’t fully get back to reality until Tuesday.  No Interwebz, no phone, no non-face contact with humans of any sort.  I feared turning my phone back on because I was certain I’d be flooded with a monsoon of texts and voicemails.  The thought of checking my email almost paralyzed me for fear I’d have too many things to respond to and too many opportunities missed.

I was totally wrong.

Apparently, I’m not as popular as I would like to believe.  After 4 straight days of ignoring society, society made it clear that it doesn’t care if I don’t want to be a part of it.  Except for my mom.  Note to self: never venture into the woods to disconnect from society without first warning your mother. 

My work email, however, was a different issue entirely.  I was greeted by 60 emails in my inbox, all crying for attention.  My personal email? Thirteen.   That may seem like a decent amount, but I”m a Groupon and LivingSocial nut.  Subtract one email a day for both of those and you get 5 remaining. One was from and another was some kind of magazine email newsletter that I delete every single time because I don’t feel like clicking unsubscribe.

I should fix that obvious display of laziness.

Throw in a couple Facebook notifications, and all I had left was a big, sloppy pile of loser. 

I don’t know what I expected.  In fact my email is really just a place where I sign up to have specific things sold to me.  I don’t check in with people or write anyone.  I have one pen pal who drops me a line every three months or so (perfect for my type) and that about does it.  Even my own family doesn’t get back to me when I write.  

Facebook, however, greeted me like a warm puppy.  And then I realized – I don’t need to check my email nearly as often as I do.  I don’t know why I’m pouring over emails that are just companies showing me things I told them I like when Facebook is the place where people talk to me.  In fact, when I saw something I liked on the Internet last week, I immediately linked it to Dave’s Facebook wall instead of emailing it to him.  I could probably abstain from email for an entire week and pull out half an email I actually want to read instead of clicking “Mark As Read” and pretending I did.

Occasionally I’ll mark something with a star or flag that I intend to follow up on later, but let’s face it: I never do.  My email inbox is nothing but a bucket of starred and flagged good intentions.

Maybe I’ll go through them all this week and see what it is I wanted to accomplish a few months ago when I marked them.  I could have plans to conquer the world in there but I just never got around to the follow-up.

This could be epic. ♣

Just you wait.



8 Responses to “Email Shmee-mail”

  1. pegoleg June 1, 2011 at 9:46 am #

    We complain about our overloaded in-boxes, then worry when they’re not. Technology turns people nuts!


    • Jackie June 4, 2011 at 11:11 am #

      It’s true. I’m slowly going insane. Well, more insane I suppose.


  2. misswhiplash June 1, 2011 at 10:12 am #

    Jackie, your friends on WordPress missed was only that they did not want to disturb your time of contemplation and peace.
    it is good that you are back here again tho.
    I can understand Mum being worried if she did not know where you were. Mothers need to know, mainly so that they can worry about things going wrong, but also because they love their offspring regardless of age!


    • Jackie June 4, 2011 at 11:11 am #

      I vow to never leave my mom in the dark again. Poor thing probably added a year to her life that weekend. 🙂


  3. Jules C. June 1, 2011 at 12:48 pm #

    Humbling isn’t it?


    • Jackie June 4, 2011 at 11:10 am #

      Indeed it is.


  4. bridgesburning June 1, 2011 at 5:45 pm #

    Yes we all need to know we are not forgotten ..and of course you are not!


    • Jackie June 4, 2011 at 11:10 am #

      🙂 Thanks so much for always dropping in and giving me a smile.


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