Taking a deep breath and counting to 10.
Something terrible happened yesterday. So awful. So embarrassing. So un-fixable (is that a word?). So… not me.
Last week I wrote my annual “here’s how we spent the year” letter.
Yesterday I enlisted the help of my husband and our 7-year-old son to fold, stuff, seal, label, and stamp. While about half the letters had already gone out in yesterday’s mail and were long gone, stacks of sealed and stamped envelopes still surrounded us. I had approximately five more letters to go when Andy said to me, “You know, I didn’t even read this letter yet.”
The taste of licking envelopes was starting to make me nauseous and I kept thinking about that episode of Seinfeld when George’s fiancée died from licking all their wedding invitations. So I offered to read the letter to Andy. The letter that I had already proofed 10 times before printing. When I got to paragraph 5 (out of 7), I realized I had a TYPO. How in the *$^% did THAT happen?! And obviously, nothing could be done at that point, other than to acknowledge that I am well aware of the catastrophe and then try to convince the world that I’m not an imbecile.
I have no further comment about this situation.
Sorry I find it so amusing!
It happens to the best of us. I don’t think you are an imbecile! This may help you feel a bit better…At least you weren’t trying to help your husband write a follow up email from a job interview and somehow hit two keys and send the email which was nowhere near complete. When I write letters, I just start typing what comes to mind and then I go back and edit. Many times there are no complete sentences, spelling is terrible, and no punctuation is used until I go back and edit it. It starts off something similar to what a 7 or 8 year old would write. Needless to say there was nothing I could do. I felt terrible. I am sure Jeremy wanted to kill me (thankfully he didn’t), but there was nothing I could do to take it back. He had to type a letter very quickly afterward and find a way to explain the babble that was send a few minutes previously. He didn’t get the job. I now do not put the email address into the email until I am ready to send the email.
OH, the HUMANITY…
Oh no… I feel for you. I proofed our letter many times and had Jonathan read it and we didn’t find any typos. Doesn’t mean that one didn’t slip in there though. I uploaded the files yesterday to be printed so I hope when they arrive in a day or two they don’t show up with a typo!
That’s pretty retarded.