Thursday, January 11, 2018
I had a moment of “Divine Intervention” this week.
Have you ever, in an emotional state, banged out an email or message to someone that would completely change the dynamics of a friendship upon their receiving it? Things you wrote that were absolutely the truth, but so hurtful in context.
And in your fit of rage, you hit send anyway? With total disregard for the other person’s feelings?
I did that Friday night.
Person A asked me via email if I would please not discuss something very specific in front of Person B for fear that they might see their sub-par efforts on a project.
My feelings were such that this person would not have put themselves in that position had they just done their job properly in the first place.
I practically handed this very lucrative project to Person A, and he/she really just goes through the motions and collects the money. Money, for all intents and purposes, really should be going directly to me. Oh, and that’s not to say there isn’t a lot of schmoozing going on. But this person is all about the sizzle and as it would appear, very little steak.
It was Friday night, so… I hit send.
Throwing caution to the wind… I hit send!
And so it began. My heart became roommates with my stomach, for the whole weekend. What would the repercussions be? You know that feeling? When you actually pull the trigger and hit SEND!
Had a busy Saturday and worked for most of the day with it constantly in the back of my mind. Sunday was much quieter but yes, it was right there with me.
Why hadn’t this person replied? Was all this anxiety worth it?
I woke up Monday morning and figured this person was probably devastated by my harsh words. That’s when I remembered that I had forwarded this message from my work email, to my home email so I thought they might have sent the reply there! Either way, I expected to see some sort of retort.
I got to work and immediately opened my inbox.
There it was!
My message had been sent to me and not Person A. When I forwarded it, instead of replying to them, I had replied to myself. All of my communique was sent to myself. That’s why they didn’t reply?
All of this because I hit SEND. On a Friday night. After a few beers.
You can't put toothpaste back into the tube. You can’t take back words. You can't go back!
I will never do that again.
Devine intervention and lesson learned.