Priests, emails, and boobies
At my job, I have to email the employees of over 100 different parishes on a consistent basis. I practically have a scripted response to a multitude of different problems, questions, and anything else these people can throw at me. Usually I deal with the administrative assistants, and I’m familiar enough with all of them (at least on a name basis) that I don’t think twice when emailing one of them.
I do, however, get irrationally flustered when I have to email a priest. Like I’m somehow more likely to have an uncontrolled moment and type swear words or something offensive and hit "send' before I realize what I typed. In the two years I’ve worked here, I’ve never once done any such thing, but I PANIC about it every time I have to email a priest. Especially when I have to attach a file. I will double-check that damn file 50 times before I can hit “send” and even then I’ll check it again in my “Sent Mail” folder. Like somehow the advertising cost sheet I attached is going to magically turn into a giant wiener when I’m not looking.
I do, however, get irrationally flustered when I have to email a priest. Like I’m somehow more likely to have an uncontrolled moment and type swear words or something offensive and hit "send' before I realize what I typed. In the two years I’ve worked here, I’ve never once done any such thing, but I PANIC about it every time I have to email a priest. Especially when I have to attach a file. I will double-check that damn file 50 times before I can hit “send” and even then I’ll check it again in my “Sent Mail” folder. Like somehow the advertising cost sheet I attached is going to magically turn into a giant wiener when I’m not looking.