Sharing is daring

Years ago, a female colleague emailed everyone in our department to say...

SUBJECT: Wishing well

BODY: There's 50c in the third loo from the left in the ladies toilets if anyone wants it.

I'm paraphrasing the message, but that was the gist. Pretty sure it was a Friday afternoon after she'd been to the pub. I thought it was funny.

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Another time, a male coworker poached by a rival outfit and leaving under a cloud emailed the entire COMPANY - including the billionaire then-owner - with a tongue-in-cheek invite to his "farewell party" at the coffee cart downstairs at 4.30pm. We later heard that the joke had seriously annoyed the higher-ups, but what could they do?

Our email system had been configured with lots of group commands for mass-messaging magazines, departments and, yes, the whole firm, so as to make sending around mundane notices about holidays, etc. easy.

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A third instance of oversharing within the same organisation saw me included in a humorous report about a debauched (to put it lightly) evening meant to go only to those involved. When someone realised I'd been emailed the piece by mistake, I was told, "Delete that. Pretend you never saw it."

I honestly wish I hadn't seen it. TMFI!