First of all, etiquette is a word I always struggle to spell.
Now that that’s out of the way, I can finally get a few things off my chest.
I’ve sent my fair share of emails in the nineteen years I’ve been alive. And no one has ever complained about my email etiquette. Until today.
If you know nothing else about me, know this: I dislike wasting my own time, and I dislike wasting other people’s time even more. OK, that’s not entirely true. You get what I mean though. I hate wasting time. I’m busy. You’re busy. We’re all busy.
Since I’m a writer and blogger, I like to think I’m concise. At least I try to be as much as possible. But I guess I also run the risk of seeming rude.
I finally crossed the line into terse territory by sending an email to my TA without enough “description” to his liking. So he proceeded to tell me what isn’t “a proper etiquette” and what is. His words, not mine.
Maybe I should teach him a thing or two about you know what.