Oh, my goodness gracious. I am having an unprofessional moment right now, and I am afraid of what’s going to happen.
I just stopped myself from posting an OOTO message that says:
Thanks for your email because, if it weren’t for you, I’d have thought I WAS doing my best, and I’m sure your email was designed to get me there. But, I didn’t read it. Still, I know what you would have said, and II’m so grateful for you and the gift of your insight. So grateful, in fact, that I’ll be away from my desk for the rest of my life while I figure out how to do all the things and not die/murder. Or, maybe do just one or two of the things that are important. To me. If you’re receiving this email, you’re at most number three. Good luck to ya!
But I did not. But I wanted to. Bad.