Well, this is a disappointment.
You dispatch an email to me only to have a response im-frickin-mediately — Holy cats! That. Was. Fast!!
Then you realize it’s just a dumb auto-responder. Nothing remotely personal about it.
The bitter truth rises in your gut when you realize: Ann’s on vacation — not holed up (as she usually is) just waiting for something to respond to. Like your email.
Point being, I’m unavailable.
(I just switched confusing between first and third person, if you noticed. Things are running fast and loose this week, aren’t they?)
Point also being, even if you tried to hide your disappointment and resulting hot tears of frustration at my absence, you’d be powerless. Am I right?
There, there. Buck up. I’ll be back. Next week. And I’ll do my best to get back to you then. Or maybe before.
So if it’s REALLY critical (and please think hard and long before you deem it so…), let me know? Maybe add an exclamation point or a red flag when you resend.
Or attach a nice bottle of wine to get my attention. I like the earthier reds.
I’m back at my desk on Monday, February 25. Eyes bright, tail bushy. I look forward to talking to you then, if not before!