The Onosecond
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
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Email Near-Miss
A while ago at work I was managing a rather high-profile project. One of our number - usually a really sound girl and rather a good mate - suddenly started sending narky, demanding emails to our IT department.
My IT person forwarded me one of the emails with the comment "Why is she being such a fucking useless bitch?"
I replied in a similar vein, but god-knows-bloody-well-how, copied her in.
Fuck.
As soon as I hit send, I knew. I knew.
I had to run upstairs, tell her that one of her staff was in the toilet, lying on the floor unconscious (lie!)
Before I got anywhere near her desk, she emerges, seeing nobody was in the Ladies.
Had to then crawl commando-style across the floor to unplug her PC and hide under her desk for 15 minutes while they were discussing why I had fibbed about the unconscious person in the loo.
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 13:26, Reply)
A while ago at work I was managing a rather high-profile project. One of our number - usually a really sound girl and rather a good mate - suddenly started sending narky, demanding emails to our IT department.
My IT person forwarded me one of the emails with the comment "Why is she being such a fucking useless bitch?"
I replied in a similar vein, but god-knows-bloody-well-how, copied her in.
Fuck.
As soon as I hit send, I knew. I knew.
I had to run upstairs, tell her that one of her staff was in the toilet, lying on the floor unconscious (lie!)
Before I got anywhere near her desk, she emerges, seeing nobody was in the Ladies.
Had to then crawl commando-style across the floor to unplug her PC and hide under her desk for 15 minutes while they were discussing why I had fibbed about the unconscious person in the loo.
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 13:26, Reply)
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