Oh, that one, I bet I know! He's looking at it on his phone or some email client that won't display the subject line past a certain number of characters, so he didn't see the due date.

Dang, I didn't even think of that! I should maybe mention it to my boss and see if we should put the due date at the beginning of the subject line.

Oh, that one, I bet I know! He's looking at it on his phone or some email client that won't display the subject line past a certain number of characters, so he didn't see the due date.

Ooh, I love when there's an actual answer to what seems like unimaginable stupidity (because all too often, the only answer IS "stupidity", which sucks).

I had rearranged my schedule to stay an extra day on vacation in Chicago to do work there. Canceled my vacation tickets, re-booked on work dime, arranged for someone else to come with me for training, so that SHE could do the thing in Kansas the next week...and now they're like "Oh, we need to change that, we're not available that day anymore". That day being a week from today. WTF people. AAAAAGH. This ruins all my carefully arranged plans!! Left a voicemail but apparently they emailed me this "can't" and then peaced out of their office. GRR. Hoping I can work something out tomorrow, but seriously???

I have a co-worker who insists on putting the entire body of her emails in the subject line

I believe I mentioned that my sister does this. Sister and Zen's coworker! Have you not noticed that you are the only two people in the world who do this? Can you not understand how ANNOYING this, and how you drive people to ALL CAPS and drink.

My alma mater sends out a newsletter about student media to those of us who labored on student media back before it was taken over by a corporation of paid non-students. I have been trying to read this issue, but have been overcome by the desire to cover the entire thing in red ink. How can you bear to have Franklin, TN, in one paragraph and Brentwood, Tn. in the next? One article is supposedly written by a person whose tenure on the newspaper could have overlapped mine. I don't remember her name, which is comforting because I can't imagine that anyone I ever edited would not know about the existence of the semicolon.

Vortex, since I suggested nurse hotline, I should mention that I'm undergoing - well not similar, but comparable nusiance. I was born with a slightly irregular heartbeat, and always mention it to new providers so they don't freak out. Until my PCP spotted my irregular heartbeat, and sent me to a cardiologist. Who listened, heard that I was born with this and sent me home with a halter monitor "just in case". Now he is going to follow up with an echocariogram "just in case". And he won't clear me for other surgery that will make my life more comfortable until the echocardiogram. And, OK at 55 it probably it is time my lifelong irregular heartbeat got checked out. Get to the heart of the matter. But it is is still annoying.

I have a co-worker who insists on putting the entire body of her emails in the subject line

My mom likes to share major family news via email subject lines. Like "Uncle Woody died". Thanks, Mom. Everyone wants that in their inbox.

Typo, it might be annoying, but when the alternative is death, I'm inclined to be cautious. Because sometimes, even when you're aware of a murmur, irregular heartbeat, or congenital defect, the heart still decides to just stop. Rob is gone, but my mom is still here, because of that halter monitor.

My father's side is like that. My uncle didn't call me back last month when I called him because my grandfather was I the hospital. If he had called and told me, I would have visited.

The vertigo I've been having for a week and a half, well it eased up but did not disappear. Yesterday one of our hardwired smoke detectors started beeping, begging for replacement back-up batteries. Nothing for it but to have Daniel spot me while I climb the step ladder. I was hoping I could just swap out the batteries, but it was not easy to figure out how to open it in situ. So after having a dizzy spell up on the ladder, I yanked the thing down and fought off a panic attack while Daniel changed the batteries. Tonight, after going most of the day with no dizziness, I thought "Let's get that mofo back up there." While I was telling Daniel I was ready to try it, I got dizzy. Fuck my eustatian tubes. It might help. I dunno. But we waited until it calmed down and I made myself climb that ladder. Re-attaching the wiring was not as easy as I had hoped, but I did it.

I am now drinking a glass of Shiraz.

Ugh, WS. I've had a few dizzy spells this week too and they're no fun. Luckily they have all been while I was seated.

I can't sleep. It's too hot. And I need to sleep because I'm supposed to drive to RI tomorrow to visit relatives who are in town.