I clicked send.
Three minutes later, Sharyl comes up to my door and flings it open.
“Hey, I just sent-”
“Yes, I know. You sent it to a parent,” she interrupts.
“No, I sent it to the 6th grade reading teachers,” I respond with confidence knowing that I had diligently gone through each and every one.
“No, you sent it to this child’s mom,” she answered, “Pull it up.”
I felt the panic start to rise. No, I’m sure I typed in each and every name. I saw each teacher’s name fill the ‘To’ line.
I pull up my ‘Sent’ items and there it was. The mom’s name prominently displayed next to the names of two of my colleagues.
“OH MY GOSH… now what?!” I ask.
“Can you unsend?” she asks.
I click on buttons, I google ‘undsending’ emails.
NO SUCH LUCK… it is gone. So I exhale and reopen the email. I know it was professionally written. I know I didn’t use the child’s name, but it was a sensitive-ish topic.
I reread the email. Then I reread it aloud to Sharyl.
“It’s fine,” she tries to reassure me. I am not convinced.
I prepare an email to the mother with the utmost professionalism. I exhale.
THEN I realize that I need to tell my colleagues to NOT reply all on the last email.
I jump back up, and start typing Subject: DO NOT REPLY TO MY LAST EMAIL.
I look up at the clock. It is 7:53… oh, it’s going to be a great day.