One man's struggle to come to terms with leaving Wigan.

måndag, september 27

Here's a strange thing that happened to me today.

I was gaily (not THAT gaily, you understand) working away in the office, when an email arrives from someone at one of our sister agencies in the wonderful world of WPP. Turns out it was sent to me by mistake: the sender had meant to send it to one of their clients with the same surname as me, and our fabulous internal email system had picked my name instead.

Easily done, no harm done, and everything was fine. But the funny thing is that the sender of this completely random email was someone I used to go to school with and I hadn't talked to since.

Weird, eh?