Oh, that sting when you realize you sent off an email too fast to people who don’t know you at all. That moment when you realize that you wrote fiuled instead of fueled. That moment when you didn’t realize that you wrote, “I would love to have the opportunity to talk to you about this opportunity.”
Ouch, ouch, ouch. Small things seem to have lots of significance when you’re waiting for a reply.
Should I dash off another email? Agh, no, agh.
Bye-bye, dreams. Knock on wood.