Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst. But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe on him and receive eternal life. Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
1 Timothy 1:15-17
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In the last six months or so I have started receiving emails for a woman I now think of as The Other Katie Ferguson. Apparently The Other Katie’s friends, rather logically I admit, feel that emails sent to firstname.lastname@example.org — my email address — should get to The Other Katie. Granted, we share the same name. I just happen to have snagged the katieferguson email address some years ago, but the news has not yet disseminated among The Other Katie’s friends and family. In fact, I once received an email from The Other Katie directly, one she had simply intended to send to herself.
At first I found it a bit amusing. I received the following types of emails:
- Delta Airlines itinerary from “Mom” (this confused me because it came right around the time Ian and I were flying for Christmas)
- Family photos (I found out what The Other Katie and her dad look like)
- Some type of scientific scan that looked like gel electrophoresis results
- Promotional emails, including encouraging me to “Set a goal, run a 5k” from The American Boot Camp Company (I responded to the boot camp people and set them straight after receiving several emails from them)
- An order from Target and another from Crate & Barrel for some pretty darn nice stuff. Too bad I never got the packages (this is how I found out The Other Katie’s mailing address).
- An invitation for the Possum Trot 10k
- Several emails from Grayson Tsanos; when I responded that I was the wrong Katie, she(?) apologized, and then immediately emailed me again by accident to say how funny it was that she had emailed me. D’oh! She also sent me an email with a subject “Puelte buys Centex?” and called me a puelte-ite, which I certainly didn’t appreciate, not even knowing what Puelte was.
- The following fully-reproduced email that puzzled me greatly for a moment:
Per your request, here is a quote for the band for your 1-23-10 client at the GA Freight Depot.
5-pc band is $2,500
Additional players (i.e. sax, trumpet, etc.) $400 per additional musician.
The price is for a standard 4-hour event. Let me know if you need anything else. Thanks much and congrats on your new venture!
- An Evite for Tara’s 30th Birthday Party, which I was deeply tempted to decline – or perhaps accept and say I was bringing a dozen friends, or something outrageous.
- An invitation to a Lady’s Lounge.
- Several people who did reply-all to an originally email originally sent to me incorrectly. Finally I ended up replying to all to tell them to PLEASE check with The Other Katie to confirm her email address (which I have and disseminate whenever possible, although sometimes who knows — it may be a 3rd Katie thrown into the mix; those scientific results came from something like the University of Minnesota, and everything else for The Other Katie is all around Georgia).
…and those are only the emails I still have or remember about! I admit that several of my “Wrong Katie” responses have gotten a bit short-tempered as I become increasingly irritated at the intrusion of The Other Katie’s life into mine. The only solution I have come up with is to completely change my email address, but I refuse to do that since so many people have my current one and it does make sense. Still, if I could only come up with a snappy response for those types of emails, that would be something.
Edit 9 May 2009:
More evidence of The Other Katie syndrome: This morning I received an email from one of Ian’s friends. He told me he was considering getting a tattoo, and asked me how my tattooing experience went. …Which clearly indicated he had the Wrong Katie, because I don’t have and don’t anticipate ever getting a tattoo. Turns out he meant his sister-in-law Katie, not me. The Other Katie strikes again!