Late Night Email Dialogues: Locating The Mouse
My programmer emails me when I’m just down the hall. Fast asleep. He comes to bed at 4 AM (a bona fide night owl he often declares with glee). Me, I’m on the reverse schedule. To bed by 11 PM, up by 8 AM. Waiting in my inbox is always a collection of his late night thoughts.
Three emails waited for me this morning from my programmer.
Email time stamp: 1:31 AM
From: The programmer
To: Anya
“Scrape me off the floor, I am laughing so hard
Check out this blog…”
This statement is in reference to my The Programmer And The Treadmill post. What I found hilarious was the fact he was emailing me my own post. He doesn’t/didn’t know I had a blog.
Next email:
Time stamp: 1:38 AM
“What’s even funnier is that it wasn’t until a couple minutes later I realized that this was your blog. I’m like, “wow, this is soooooo true!” Then it was like too true…and then my half asleep mind finally realized that it was your blog…”
Uh, oh. My secret is out.
Third email:
Time stamp: 1:40 AM
“Hey, that’s my mouse! I’ve been looking for it…can I have it back now?”
Just like a techie. Not: “Hey, I’ve never seen that lingerie, wanna wear it for me tonight, baby?” Or: “How dare you bare your bosoms on the internet!”
No, no. He just wants to know where his mouse is.
Wouldn’t he like to know…
The Programmer gasps excitedly.
