But its your own fault.
That damn alias did it!A provider recently sent out a newsletter and put all her clients (probably over a hundred) in the CC field...
Of course that means all clients can see all the other clients emails (and also their first and last names if they are stupid enough to associate that in the profile section of their hobby accounts, of which the majority did).
I'm shocked by how many mongers use their work emails as their hobby account. I mean, seriously??
Anyways...
Pro tip for providers:
1. Make sure your assistant has at least half a brain.
2. Use software to send mass emails instead of relying on copy/pasting each time.
Pro tip for hobbyists:
1. For the love of all that is holy...get yourself hobby email account.
2. Don't put your real full name in the account profile section of your hobby account
unless you're dumb enough to give her your real email (or work email) address, no real harm done. Also, this kind of brainlessness is not limited to assistants. I know of hookers who've done it themselves.
..the site of the photo shoot for the cover of Strange Days is in Manhattan. I pass it all the time. I took a photo of it and is my screen saver.
Had third row seats for a Doors concert a few weeks after the Chicago Democratic Convention in 1968. Emotions were still raw.
It was a great show. Whipped the crowd into a frenzy.
With Jim's encouragement, folks from the back and the balcony surged to pack the area in front of the stage. Ushers and security tried to restore order - to no avail. And the band played on.
At a break in the music - the house PA announced that if everyone didn't immediately return to their seats, the show would be ended. Morrison lead the crowd in chants of "hell no - we won't go". And the band played on.
Dozens of police reinforcements rushed in and started throwing folks around, cracking heads, and dragging people out. For everyone removed, several more rushed forward. Still the band played on.
The house lights came on and they announced the concert was over. But the Doors wouldn't stop playing.
They lowered the curtain - At the last minute, Morrison saw what was happening, grabbed a microphone, and tried to dart out in front - but too late. He got smacked in the head by the weights at the bottom of the curtain and got a bad gash in his head. The band cranked up the volume. Many in the crowd were inspired to take a few more whacks from the police batons.
The image of Jim Morrison. shirtless, with blood freely running down his face and chest, prancing around in the midst of all that chaos, singing "Come on Baby Light My Fire", was forever burned into my psyche.
It was quite a night! And he was one badass, completely out-of-control showman!
But its your own fault.
That damn alias did it!