I got an email at work today — “We all know those busy powerhouse moms that do it all! You may even be one of them!”
Said email also addressed me by name … my first name. Anyone know a woman named Bill? I don’t.
It was probably a testament to the wonders of mail merge or whatever automation is used to send out those emails, but humans haven’t always been great in this regard, either. Continue reading “Nope … not a mom, and my jumper stinks”