A few evenings ago, as I was typing away (a habit of mine), I noticed that a new message was awaiting me in Gmail. And then another. So exciting.
Unfortunately, when I ventured over to my email account, the anticipation of a friendly hello or witty commentary came to a pathetic halt. My inbox was merely filling up with emails I had CCed myself on, sent from another account.
I email myself. So sad. So very sad. And then I forget about it. Also sad.
But the CCing was me being efficient and productive and professional. It's a lose-lose-win.
My memoirs are going to be fascinating. [Insert momentary sarcasm.]