You've Got the Wrong Janet

From time to time someone else named Janet, different Janets, get my e-mail address confused with theirs. Maybe they write it down correctly and the other person can't read their handwriting?  Maybe they just forgot what it was?  Who knows. 

The latest is Janet P from New Orleans who last night signed up for something called Foursquare with a similar e-mail address as mine.  See, it turns out that G-mail doesn't recognize dots.  So I get her notifications.  I already have one friend.  I thought about contacting him to tell her the e-mail didn't work as she hoped, but I don't know her password and I can't post without an account.  The kicker?  Foursquare is apparently something people do with their smart phones.  I don't have a smart phone.  It is a very sore subject with me right now.  Everyone else on the planet has one and expects that I do too.  Nope.  I can't afford a new phone right now, no matter how useful it would be.  I'm stuck with my 1990's Motorola flip phone for the long haul.  Yes, this is another anger issue.

But back to the e-mail issue.

Stephanie who recently stayed at an Econolodge in California, I unsubscribed your my e-mail address from them.  If you find this, since you used the e-mail address associated with this blog, please double check it and resignup with Econolodge if you'd like.  Oh, and beware of bedbugs when you are staying in hotels.  Check those sheets very carefully.  The place may look clean, and may very well be clean, but those darned bugs may still be there.  And you won't know until you leave and start itching several days later.  And be sure wash all the clothes you took with you on the trip upon your return.  One of the little buggers may have hitched a ride home in an unworn undergarment and may attack your armpits a few weeks later.   I know this is a delicate subject, but you need to know.

I've gotten e-mails from other Janet's friends, inviting me to their kids' playdate meetups.  Sorry, you missed them Janet and her kid, but I just deleted them.  Eventually you must have corrected your friends or moved on to another playgroup who can get your e-mail address correct.  Smart move.  Those new friends are probably much nicer anyway.

There was also the Janet from England who was on some sort of search committee.  They kept sending me resumes for your review.  I ignored those at first.  Then they started to get grumpy that you weren't responding.  I replied that I wasn't you and they stopped.  Sorry I didn't respond quicker.  I thought it was spam for a long time.  Tell them to quit yelling at you, it was their mistake in the first place.  Geesh, the nerve of some people.

I was really annoyed about all this, until I read the article that I linked to above.  If you didn't read it, and I don't blame you, I often don't follow links in blogs I read, you might want to.  It is amusing.  After reading Sarah's trials with the wrong Sarah's e-mails, I've decided to look at this as an interesting sociological experiment.  I almost can't wait to see what shows up next.