Tabitha Layne

Truly Tabitha

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It’s bad, and getting worse. Although I am diligently trying to keep up with my email, my efforts are failing.

I don’t even receive a flood of emails everyday, which is why I feel extra bad and have no excuse at all. A small but thankfully steady stream of notes show up in my box everyday and I admit: I am terrible at catching up when I get behind. It’s never been my strength. If you know me, then you know my emails are wordy. Not excessively so (I hope) but I like to take my time with each email (and even text) that I write and make sure I have said all I want to say in the way I want to say it. On top of that, I would rather sleep on a bed of nails than be caught sending out substantial misspellings or grammatical errors. The real, main reason I can’t keep an assistant who surely could help with all of this, is that I am terrified she would make these very mistakes. She actually has; I had one once.

I am so jealous of people who respond to everything the second it appears in their mailbox. These are usually the same people who can merge Fortune 500 companies on four hours of sleep. I hate you and you are amazing. I could learn so very much from you and from me, you could learn the difference between who and whom, fewer and less, and how to disguise novellas as emails. Get in line.

So there you have it. My weakness exposed: I am a slow-moving, many-words-saying, language-lover who can hardly bare using abbreviations such as LOL and who does not practice email prioritization.

Please have patience with me; I am worth the wait!

Beyond Expectation. Beyond Imagination. Beyond Boudior

Beyond Expectation. Beyond Imagination. Beyond Boudior