Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : remember
This is my life.
Therapy through unsubscribe
If you want to call it that.
I am a woman on a mission! Over the past 6 months, the number of email in my inbox went from 400 to 4000 and I’ve spent the past day weeding out the trash and compartmentalizing everything else….
- Friends and Family
- Editor
- Receipts/business
- Work
- Writing
…just to find that I needed an extra folder: Dead ppl I want to remember.
Yes, there are no fewer than 200 email from people who died too young and those who lasted longer than I expected.
I’m considering a few other folders:
- Ppl I thought were friends
- Possible lawsuits
- Lying B@$tards
- I have no idea why I’m saving these
- Ppl who wanted something and I said no
Or, possibly, all five could go into one folder called: Just in case.
Going through 4000 email reminds me of just how much my life has changed.
- New Book Coming Out
- So much help, so much hope. I’m going to be a published author.
- Emails from bloggers who have come and gone from my life
- Family crises
- Traveling I wanted to do
- Traveling I didn’t want to do.
- Can we please have a do-over of 2019
- Editorial nightmares
- Good god, will it take an act of congress to get book 2 into paperback?!!
And, yes, all those emails from people who died and I didn’t know about it until a year later.
How did I find out they were no longer out there?
Facebook. Nothing you put onto FB ever dies. When someone who has been posting every day for 10 years suddenly stops, you know there’s a problem. But it’s the “We’re going to miss her” posts two months later that make it plain to anyone with a brain: Ghosts don’t type.
©Joelle (I hate filing) LeGendre
I need to sort out my inbox too.
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Every time I started, there was something else that had to be done. It was cathartic and disturbing at the same time. 🙂
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I can imagine. That’s why starting the sort out is by itself an achievement.
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I was on the phone with someone for 2 hours and was doing that while listening. That’s what started the sorting frenzy. Sort of like solitaire, but with a purpose. 🙂
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That is a good way to go about it.
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I committed the cardinal sin of buying a birthday gift for my wife on-line. The company from which I bought has successfully carpet-bombed my inbox into the stone age. An if that weren’t enough, these SOBs manage to get my phone number, so now they are bombing me with texts.
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It took years to get rid of all the unwanted spam, and once in a while there’s a burst of spam from sites that said “we never sell your email” and I found out that trading is not considered selling. Learned my lesson with that one, too. Now, I only go to places I know won’t sell my email and personal info.
The other problem is getting a new cell phone. I had to change my number when I went to a new cell phone service (before you could take your number with you). The person who had the old number was being hounded by creditors, Then, I had to get a different phone and a different number. The previous person who had the number was a young woman who was trying to get away from a stalker. He finally got the message that she had changed her number and I wasn’t the one he was after. It is apparent that she is still using her old phone number when signing up for new things because I get the text messages.
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That’s funny, I had the same problem the last time I got a new phone number. Apparently whoever had that number before me owed JC Penney a lot of money. So not only was this guy a deadbeat, he had lousy taste.
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Did they stop hounding you, or did they increase their onslaught and hope you’d pay the bill for the deadbeat?
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After I told them who I was, they left me alone.
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I do this periodically because otherwise, I would go mad. There is SO MUCH SHI-.
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Yep…to many shiitake mushrooms in my in-box for my comfort, too. 🙂
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