Inbox.
I wonder when that word came into existence.
Must have been with the advent of email.
I have a love/hate relationship with my inbox.
My personality doesn’t allow me to keep my inbox full.
I know. It is terrible. But, I have to read, respond to, and file my emails quickly.
It’s a curse.
I can’t let them sit there. In bold. Unread. Waiting for action.
It is a sickness.
Recently, I sat next to a person who had 1,700-something unread emails in his inbox.
It was all I could do to keep from helping him clean it out!
