One of Gary's Christmas gifts made it past "Enter your charge card" but not quite as far as "Confirm," so I called them from work and placed the order again.
A few minutes later, I got a message from my Gmail account forwarded to my work account with the subject, "Order number 467663." As I opened the attachment I thought, "I gave them my email, but my home email doesn't forward to work. Huh. This appears to be blank." AND THEN I DID IT AGAIN because when they say "Don't open attachments from people you don't know," hey, I AM someone I know.
I didn't realize there was a problem until I slowly puzzled out that my iPhone Gmail could tell me if I had sent that odd message to myself. That's went I looked at the iPhone and noticed my sent mail was counting up ... 12...13 .... 14 emails sent, and I wasn't doing it.
"DON'T OPEN ANYTHING FROM ME" I announced to the department. Two people weren't listening and opened the attachment anyway. "Don't open attachments from people you don't know." No one thought I could give them a virus.
Half an hour later, Steve and a few others came by to razz me for infecting the entire department.
"And, by the way," Steve said, "Is it jeans day?"
I realized to my horror (Steve really enjoyed the horror) that yesterday was one of TeddyJ's very rare jeans days, but today was not. Yet, I had got up and pulled on the same jeans I wore yesterday.
My boss was cool and said it would be fine as long as I didn't leave the department, so I got no hot lunch and had to eat leftover Festivus party ham in shame.
So. That was my day.
So, kind of a non-walk of shame?
Posted by: allison | December 22, 2011 at 08:32 PM
Sometimes, you get what you pay for with free mail.....
Posted by: Benchmark | December 23, 2011 at 08:53 PM
Alison - Yes! Plus, I wallowed in addition to sitting.
Benchmark - sad but true. Why did I go to Gmail? Can't recall.
Posted by: TheQueen | December 23, 2011 at 09:40 PM