Showing posts with label Emails. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emails. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 February 2016

Surprise, I'm still invisible!

Hey all! Let's pretend I haven't been gone for a couple of years. 

Ok?

Ok.

Remember when I was repeatedly called Courtney back my co-workers a few years ago? (See here, here and here.) Wasn't that funny? 

Guess what happened when I opened up an email from my insurance agent this morning?

If you didn't guess that it happened again, you might want to
download the Luminosity app and work on your brain power.
I basically spoon fed the answer to you.
Either I've got an evil twin or doppelgänger that enjoys confusing people and eliciting exasperation from me, or my self-importance got too high and life decided to knock me down a few pegs. Again. I'm going to turn into a small blond girl and go find myself my own Aibileen Clark now.

Minus the racial inequality and civil rights issues. 
Love,

Courtney

Monday, 12 August 2013

I Work with Crazy People. And I Feel Totally at Home.

If I had a pet giraffe, I would name it Gustave. It would probably
be allergic to leaves. Or have multiple personalities.
I guess I never mentioned it, but I got promoted back in October. ...Oops. I'd like to say I didn't mention it because the promotion came with a huge raise and I've been busy traveling the world in my private jet and taking care of my pet giraffe. But I would be lying in your face...screen. I just have a horrible memory and forgot about this post. Sometimes I'm amazed I remember to feed myself.
But seriously, I want a pet giraffe. Someone make that happen for me.

Anyways, instead of being a Administrative Assistant, I'm now a Coordinator. I work for a company that does environmental assessments (we check proposed business and building projects to see if they'll negatively affect the environment), and my job is to make sure the projects and responses are all correctly catalogued and kept up to date.

I'm just a fancier secretary.

Next to my fancy-secretary desk, there is a whiteboard with the the status of every employee (in office, out sick, at a meeting, etc). This would usually be a pretty ordinary aspect of work, except for the fact that ours includes a completely fictional, nonexistant person.

We have Jack Longquest.


"Jack" appeared on our status board back in November, but is always out of the office due to some excuse or another. Having never met Jack, I like to think that he looks like Indiana Jones - College Professor Edition. He enjoys canoeing and has an unfortunate propensity to pose like a superhero when talking to you. He's a lifelong bachelor, makes his own beer and hates the sound of crinkling aluminium paper.

Look Ma, I'm number one!
As weird as it might be that I've completely made up a history and description for him, please remember that I'm not the one who created an imaginary coworker. Not only does he remain on the status board after 10 months, his status still receives regular updates. Reasons why Jack isn't in the office include:

  • Acupuncture Appointment
  • Origami Class
  • Abducted by Aliens
  • In the Bermuda Triangle
  • Disney Movie Marathon
  • At a Sweat Lodge
My coworkers who update the status board also send emails on Jack's behalf:
FYI, Jack Longquest will be out all day today.  He is attending a conference in Moncton.
And regularly mention Jack in their day to day conversations:
"Did you see that Jack is coming back on the twelfth? It's gonna be exciting to see him again!"
I like working here.

Friday, 8 June 2012

Sometimes, I Need to Work on my Communication Skills


Browsing Kijiji (the Craigslist of Canada), I spotted this ad.


Being really broke and really cheap, I jump at the chance of anything free. So I send this email to the photographer.


Maybe not the best use of words...

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

I Work with Awesome People

Well, at least the ones that can see me.


This JUST happened.

From: Christine
Sent: Tuesday, November 15, 2011 3:20 PM
To:  Bob

Subject: RE: Website
I just wanted to let you know that when your email popped up, I thought it said Bob Dumbledore.

_____________________________________________
From: Bob
Sent: Tuesday, November 15, 2011 3:29 PM
To: Christine
Subject: RE: Website


 I will never fuck with Bob. Ever.

Monday, 14 November 2011

Insanity must be Hereditary

My mother reads my blog. Cause she's awesome and doesn't care that I swear all the fucking time. Ok, I don't swear that much. (sorry for the f-bomb, mom! Hey, that rhymed!) Anyways, she's awesome. And nuts, like me!

I email her from work.
You like my posts? J 
She answers.
FFFOOOUAAAAAAAAA

.... I don't even know how to respond to this.

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Emails get boring, so I Spruce them up Sometimes, using some Haikus

In case you didn't notice, the post title was a Haiku. It's because I'm clever. This is an exchange between my mother and I while both at work.


From: Christine
Subject: BONJOUR!
I wanted to send
A Haiku to my mother
So guess what? I did.

From: Mom
A what????

From: Christine
A Haiku poem,
Five syllables, then seven,
And then five again.

From: Mom
Nice – thanks … you are too cute (3-3-3-4)

From: Christine
What are those numbers?
Are you trying a Haiku,
Or is it Bingo?

From: Mom
Lol – no I counted the letters in my phrase!

From: Christine
I know, I checked them,
And I said syllables, not
Letters, silly mom.

From: Mom
OH- bahahaha!!!

From: Christine
This is permanent,
You know, at least for today,
Prepare to be bugged.

From: Mom
oukayyyyy

From: Christine
You should know better
Lol counts as three more
Syllables, ok?

From: Mom
annoyingggggggggg

From: Christine
I told you it would,
But I’m committed to it,
Though I’m not crazy.

From: Mom
HA – not too sure about that!!  

It's obvious that my mother isn't intune with her poetic side.

P.S. Any comment will be answered in Haiku format. Obviously.

Friday, 28 October 2011

JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY!

While at work, I became inspired by the Wedding Gods. I immediately emailed Andrew.

From: "Christine"
To: <Andrew>
Subject: Summary: Your girlfriend is nuts.

If ever we get married, I want a live peacock at the wedding. Which we then keep, and name Jerry.


Since we've already talked about owning chickens for their eggs, I thought Jerry would be the perfect addition to our aviary family. Hell, he could replace the rooster! That way, there would be any annoying crowing at every hour of the day (Fact: Roosters have no concept of time). Although, I don't actually know what sound a peacock makes... Plus, if there were any allegations of incestuous cheating or granny strippers, Jerry could run a talk show. This was the answer I got from Andrew.

From: "Andrew"
To: <Christine>
Are you completely off your rocker ?lol

That "lol" is being taken as a "maybe".


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UPDATE: I have found their call. They sound like total pussies. Maybe I'll just hire that guy at the end of the movie instead.

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