I made my first SC visit in six months on a short trip to civilization earlier this week. I had a grand evening in my favourite oil patch club in central Alberta - many, many Kokanees were consumed, many $20 bills were tucked in the buxom bartender's cleavage, saucy chat with one of the stage dancers. And that, I thought, was that.
I roll into the office shack in camp this morning and check phone and e-mail. Holy Shit!! There, on my phone and secure business e-mail, were messages from that dancer I chatted with last Monday. I am so pissed off at myself; that is NOT the e-mail address I hand out to dancers! I called my office manager at her home in Calgary and told her to set up a new e-mail account, get new business cards printed, and notify all employees, clients, suppliers, etc. of the new e-mail addy. I am not the world's favourite boss this morning.
What a fool I am! It is important for me to have an uncorrupted e-mail account and I just blew it away in an evening of alcoholic frivolity.
Alucard.......you may have a comment??


fa: You're not the first, nor will you be the last person to do a dumbshit thing. Now that you recognized it, and took quick corrective action, go pour yourself a nice stiff one. (If you hadn't done so already.)