It astounds me how dense some people can be. I’d say stupid, but I think there’s more to it than that.
I’ve talked about my 10 year high school reunion being this fall. And about how I really just don’t see the point in going, as the people running it/attending it and I have no business being in the same place.
Take this email chain:
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Let’s take this point by point (as illustrated by the lovely red dots):
1. Please note the first date of corospondence. 5 months ago, give or take a few days.
2. Please note the first date I sent you my updated address. 3 months ago, give or take a few days.
3. I’m sorry, I thought this was a 10 year reunion, not a graduation ceremony.
4. Ranch Cacamonga? Seriously? You can’t even spell the name of the city you grew up in, that the high school you’re coordinating for is named after? And as a side note, WHO is still living in their childhood home 10 years after graduating high school? And how did you get that address in the first place??
5. Please note the date I sent my updated address for the SECOND time. That would be yesterday, per your request.
6. Oh, so it’s a form letter. Wait, those typos are on the FORM LETTER YOU’RE SENDING EVERYONE?!
Don’t even get me started on that last one. If you’d already updated it, you wouldn’t have asked if I still lived at my parents’ old place. And to send it an hour after you send the form letter? Helloooooo, incompetence.
What makes this all better is that I got an email this morning from her that she’d CLEARLY hit reply on instead of forward (meaning to send it to the other coordinator):
“Jen,
Jesus can she stop sending me her adress? I guess she really wants an invitaion. Some people just have know life.” *
Wow. I mean … wow.
And people wonder why I’m not going to the reunion.
* All typos are hers. Yes, I did call her Wendy instead of Windy (why would you name a child Windy?), but at least I can spell invitation, address and no. ::shakes head::
Little Pieces Everywhere 