Showing posts with label deleted emails. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deleted emails. Show all posts

Wednesday, 9 July 2008

Getting an early start

It's not 7am yet but so far I have:
  • had coffee
  • sorted out a fight about whether to watch a DVD or cbeebies
  • prepared milk and cunningly managed to let each small boy have part of an orange cup to avoid fights
  • unpacked the dishwasher
  • repacked the dishwasher
  • folded yesterday's laundry from the line
  • put load of wet washing into dryer
  • folded dry laundry from dryer and put away
  • put on another load of washing
  • gone through email
  • checked the world wasn't ending courtesy of BBC website as I never actually get to watch the news on tv
Am about to go make breakfast and then have the toss up: do I do my teetering ironing pile or do I get the kids out of the house and into Sainsburys really early so that we can be done in time for playgroup? If I choose the latter, it means I have the afternoon free of chores. But it also means trying to entertain two hyped up boys on a rainy day. At which point a trip to Sainsburys becomes quite appealing just to keep them entertained.

Decisions, decisions. I'm sure there are many hedge fund managers and other important people dealing with bigger decisions at this early hour, but this is quandary for now.

Wish me luck as I head into a full day without childcare coupled with torrential rain. I shouldn't have had the wine last night. I know it will be needed by the end of today.

Friday, 13 June 2008

Where do old emails go to die?

My deleted items folder in Outlook currently has 6921 items in it. They really do need to be permanently deleted (although the minute I do that I will need something incredibly important that no longer exists). But then I got to thinking: where do all those permanently deleted items go?

I mean one minute they're there, the next they're not. Is there an email heaven? And if so, surely there must be also be an email hell because there's no way emails with subject lines like: 'Want a bigger penis?'. Or 'Turn her into a pleasure machine' are ever going to make it into heaven.

Do you think deleted emails sit there chatting amongst themselves wondering when the Big Moment will arise when they'll be permanently deleted? Do you think they have counsellors to chat through their 'issues', or possibly feelings of depression at having been deleted in the first place? Do you think they're really envious of the other emails that made it into an important folder - like say one called 'Clients' or 'Jokes'. And do you think they laugh at those same important emails when they too finally get turfed into the deleted folder (which in my case is a very rare occurence) or perhaps they commiserate?

And what about the collective knowledge that those deleted emails contain? Wouldn't it be great if there was some way of siphoning off the cumulative intelligence (obviously dimished by some not very clever emails like the aforementioned viagra spam) which could be used to add extra virtual memory to your pc?

Sorry. I'll stop. My husband will no doubt think that this train of thought is on a par with my musings abour whether the last pea on a plate or chip in a bowl suffers from feelings of rejection or an inferiority complex.

But you know, I just wondered that's all.