Good morning! Hello! Hey Esther,
I’m so sorry to spring this on you, I type, my fingers speaking before my brain can catch up and rein in my instinct to apologise.
Apologies for the tight turnaround, I opt for instead, even though it’s not my fault and I’m only sorry I’m the one who has to ask for the information for Friday close of play.
It’s Friday morning.
Let me know if this is a problem – except, please don’t because I know it’s a problem and you’re my only hope – and please give me a call if you have any questions, but not to tell me you can’t help me today.
Thank you in advance! I conclude. Desperate. Insecure. I backspace. Thanks in advance, I try again. Presumptuous. I delete my words. Thanks, I wince. Ungrateful. Flippant. Kind regards, I choose. Stoic. Classic. A little less junior.
*Clicks the high importance button with one eye shut.*O
*Urgently races to Outbox (1), but isn’t fast enough.*
I’m so sorry I called you Esther! Is it the weekend yet?!