F@#K!!!

Today I did that thing.  That bad thing.  That thing I fear doing which is why I hardly ever do it. I wasn't paying attention and it bit me in the ass.

The second it happened, I felt as though all the blood drained from my body.

I sent what I thought was a personal e-mail from work to Adam when in fact I sent it to the Gen. Mgr, a Sales guy, my boss and a supplier in China.

Adam and I this afternoon had a few back and forth e-mails, nothing too serious, just a " what are we having for dinner" kind of communication.  Adam has a fear of aging, I commented that he's almost 41 and is a dinosaur. He responded that he wanted to put his head in the oven.

My reply consisted of this text and this photo, attached to the other WORK e-mail I had half written:

Our kitchen isn't wide enough for you to fit!!!

Source

For the next week or so, my boss will remind me numerous times a day that I need to check my e-mails before I hit send.  She will fine tooth comb every word in every communication and if I make any error - typographical, grammatical OR if I word something in a way that she wouldn't, she'll tell me what I should have written.

The consequences of my stupidity, as that's what it was.......being micromanaged.    F@#K!

But seriously, see! We have a narrow galley kitchen and it is nowhere near wide enough for death by Head In Oven!