You know when you feel like you really have your shit together? Feels great, right? And then you go back and seen an error and are all like, "SHIIIIIIIIIIT!" and get embarrassed?
Just happened.
I'm ABUSING technology to help me do my job better. In my line of work, it's not about the Xs and Os...(I'm a coach) it's really about the Bros and Joes...aka, it really doesn't matter what kind of coach I am...it matters who I get in here.
SO...I was given an excel spreadsheet of 1097 kids and their email addresses. The holy grail of recruiting. I threw together a spiffy email with color and pictures- it was really pretty impressive.... and then mail merged that B in about twenty seconds.
As soon as I hit Finish and Merge...I saw that the salutation line was in the second paragraph. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
If there's one thing that I know about 12th and 11th graders, it's that they CAN be tricked...but they don't like it.
Reminds me of my 7th grade science teacher, Mrs. Hart. She crept up on me at my desk after I turned in and presented my Science Fair project in the school fair, leaned in over my right shoulder (I was at least warned by the cloud of Chantilly that preceded her) and she growled in my ear, "Sarah, that was a beautiful project you completed (it was pretty impressive...I MADE a replica of the human lung and it "smoked" 3 packs of cigs). BUT, you spelled DOES wrong 27 times." I'm nothing if not consistent. "Maybe you should proofread before you turn things in."
Thanks for the GODDAMN reminder, Mrs. Hart. Evvvvvverybody's a Monday morning quarterback. ;-)
So now...I'm waiting for 1097 emails to be opened.
But you know what, if those kids have a problem about a small oversigt, then I don't want em anyways, ya heard? I have three full time jobs....sheesh.
PS (and in a semi-related note)- fave new song if you're annoyed: F*UCK YOU by Cee-Lo Green. Nice, snappy tune.
Just happened.
I'm ABUSING technology to help me do my job better. In my line of work, it's not about the Xs and Os...(I'm a coach) it's really about the Bros and Joes...aka, it really doesn't matter what kind of coach I am...it matters who I get in here.
SO...I was given an excel spreadsheet of 1097 kids and their email addresses. The holy grail of recruiting. I threw together a spiffy email with color and pictures- it was really pretty impressive.... and then mail merged that B in about twenty seconds.
As soon as I hit Finish and Merge...I saw that the salutation line was in the second paragraph. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
If there's one thing that I know about 12th and 11th graders, it's that they CAN be tricked...but they don't like it.
Reminds me of my 7th grade science teacher, Mrs. Hart. She crept up on me at my desk after I turned in and presented my Science Fair project in the school fair, leaned in over my right shoulder (I was at least warned by the cloud of Chantilly that preceded her) and she growled in my ear, "Sarah, that was a beautiful project you completed (it was pretty impressive...I MADE a replica of the human lung and it "smoked" 3 packs of cigs). BUT, you spelled DOES wrong 27 times." I'm nothing if not consistent. "Maybe you should proofread before you turn things in."
Thanks for the GODDAMN reminder, Mrs. Hart. Evvvvvverybody's a Monday morning quarterback. ;-)
So now...I'm waiting for 1097 emails to be opened.
But you know what, if those kids have a problem about a small oversigt, then I don't want em anyways, ya heard? I have three full time jobs....sheesh.
PS (and in a semi-related note)- fave new song if you're annoyed: F*UCK YOU by Cee-Lo Green. Nice, snappy tune.
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