For someone who loves tech, I have an amazing history of being screwed over by it.
OK, it’s not really the technologies fault, but that’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it.
The reason I say this is because recently another bloody thing happened.
Admittedly it’s not as bad as the time predictive text changed ‘preso’ to ‘sperm’ [on an SMS I sent to a female client] or the time spellcheck didn’t catch me signing off an email to the global head of procurement at Disney with the words ‘retards’, instead of ‘regards’, but it’s still pretty good. Of course for good, read horrific.
So I got sent an email by a very, very, very influential music guru for some work I’m doing for the metal masters.
Better yet, he was inviting me to meet him and chat about some ideas we could maybe do together.
This was all kinds of brilliant news … or it was until predictive text decided the word I typed – ‘ace’ – was better represented with the word ‘adequate’, resulting in the most passive-aggressive, patronising response to a meeting request in the history of meetings requests.
Yes, I know this means I should read my emails before I press send, but I’ve decided the real moral of the story is don’t type emails on an iPhone because basically they are weapons of mass [relationship] destruction.