This is fiction, made-up stuff
The worst email that was
ever written was like a curse. No, scratch that, it was a curse. Once it was in
your inbox, everything went awry. You sent your boss the email with those
pictures meant for your boyfriend. You accidentally sent a copy of your bank
statement to your mother. Who is usually not the best at email, but this one she
managed to read this right away and called you ten times in a row. You think
your brother may have a hand in this; he has never approved of what he calls
your flighty ways and you can always imagine his self-righteous glee as he read
your statement.
Which reminds you, you hope this wasn’t the one where you
charged your, umm, special toys. Actually you would like to see your brother
try and ask you about those. None of this would have happened if it weren’t for
the worst email ever. People ask you what is this email? You can see them
scoffing, not quite believing you, thinking you have finally lost it. After
all, why wouldn’t you. Thirty, not quite at the top of the career ladder, or
any ladder for that matter, a little scattered, you have inspired little faith
in people. But you know the power of the email.
The worst email in the world
comes with a different subject line each time but always something simple. Not
spam emails from princes and penis enlargement companies simple, but something
you feel compelled to open. Like ‘Hullo from an old friend’, or ‘Request for
help’ or even ‘Final presentation for review’. But that is a bait. Once you
open it, you know. It is full of errors and grammatical mistakes. You can hear
your grade V teacher gasp in horror. It has sentences full of words but they
make no sense. You can see some rainbow colored text, dancing at you. By then
it is too late. You see attachments with names such as ‘day2seconddraftforownreview’
and ‘doc1xxx2014’ and you know you are doomed. The worst email has found a home
in your inbox.
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