Myfamilypies 21 11 30 Sybil I Accidentally Sent... Info
I say, "Absolutely, give me two seconds."
Let me translate that for you: Janet, the thimble collector, just attached a Sybil-centric adult film to an email addressed to a woman named "Carol" in Human Resources. It’s been two days. I have a meeting with HR at 3:00 PM today. My resume is updated. I’ve already cleared my desk of personal items.
Don't drag and drop files named "MyFamilyPies 21 11 30 Sybil" into an email to your boss. Just delete the file. Burn the hard drive. Run away. Have you ever sent a text or email to the wrong person? Make me feel better in the comments. Please.
We all have an Archive. You know what’s in yours. Don’t judge me. MyFamilyPies 21 11 30 Sybil I Accidentally Sent...
Last week, I was cleaning up my external hard drive. I stumbled across a folder labeled "Old Downloads." Buried in there was a subfolder with a date: .
In my caffeine-deprived stupor, I clicked it. I dragged it. I dropped it into the attachment bar.
You know that feeling when the floor drops out of your stomach? When the air in the room gets physically cold, and your ears start ringing? I say, "Absolutely, give me two seconds
I hit Send. For 27 glorious minutes, I had no idea what I had done. I answered a different email. I sipped my cold brew. I looked out the window at a squirrel.
Inside was a single video file:
I watched 30 seconds, cringed at my past self, and decided to delete the whole folder. Except… I didn't. Monday morning, 9:00 AM. I’m on a Slack huddle with my boss, Janet . Janet is 58. Janet collects porcelain thimbles. Janet sends "Good Morning Sunshine" GIFs in the team channel. We are reviewing a massive client deck that needs to go out by noon. My resume is updated
Ten minutes later, another email from Janet: "The recall failed. I’ve already forwarded this to HR."
If you need me, I’ll be deleting my entire digital footprint and moving to a cabin in Montana. Send letters. Not emails.
I need to get this off my chest. I’ve been turning it over in my head like a rock tumbler, and I think the only way to stop the nausea is to write it down. So, here goes. This is the story of how I accidentally sent the file named to the absolute worst person possible. The Setup (The Boring Part) Let’s rewind. I’m a creature of habit. I work from home, I have two monitors, and my digital hygiene is usually pristine . I have folders for everything: "Work_2023," "Taxes," "Wedding_Photos," and… "Archive."
Subject: "Re: Here are the Q3 assets" Body: "Is this a joke?"