Today I recounted to a coworker the story of how, early in my time at Tamarac, I inadvertently sent out release notes containing “personal identifying information” — in regular words, a picture of a feature containing real client data. Needless to say, when the firm whose data I’d inadvertently revealed noticed, they blew their tops. It was ugly. I cried. A lot.
So I was recounting that happy memory to my coworker. He joined our team from “upstairs,” our way of saying he worked in support before joining User Education. The point being he’d been here when my faux pas went down.
