...and this is why I keep homemade sweets and treats in my home.
I was writing a letter to a company that I found very interesting and felt its goals and purpose matched my interests perfectly. With excitement and all the wonder of the possibilities that could come out of this possible union, I sent a letter describing myself and telling them how wonderfully prolific and profound I am. I went on to describe how adept I am at so many skills and software programs. When I was finished, I was just amazed at how truly great I was. Wow! Feeling good about myself and all that I had accomplished, I clicked the 'send' and off it goes. Just for fun, I opened the letter again from my 'sent' box to read about myself all over again. This was a good letter and it described me to a tee, it was perfect. "Wholly Crap!" "What the... it can't be." I put my glasses on and there it was, sitting on the page like some bird had just pooed on it, right after I had just described my innate ability to pay attention to details...there it was, staring back at me as though I had typed in bold, italicized, 24 pt font. How could it be? I misspelled the word electronic and with a slip of the finger spelled electroonic. Are you even kidding me here? Why didn't the word program pick up on that? Oh man, oh man, oh man. Here I am in the heart of Silicon Valley and I can't even spell the very word that made this valley so famous. I called my sister and she laughed hysterically. She sent me voicemails all day asking for tech support on her electroonic devices. It went on and on and on.