So my good friend Eileen and I have this running joke where we say to each other (in our ditziest Valley Girl voices):
"Can you believe I am going to be a doctor??" and then we giggle in a very ditzy Valley Girl type way.
We've been seriously hitting the books lately, so Eileen and I take weekly turns being each others 'Med School Cheerleader'. I informed her that this week it was her turn to keep me motivated so she emailed me this (heavily photoshopped photo) of myself with the caption, "Can you believe *I* am going to be a doctor??" and reminded me (in the subject heading) that if I quit I'd never be able to utter those words.
Who the HELL is this 'Jane Ryan' person? DAMN YOU AUTO COMPLETE!!!!!!
An adrenaline fueled search of my account showed one lonely email from this woman many years ago.
Turns out, she was a nurse that I worked up North with in 2006. I have no recollection whatsoever of her but was mortified nonetheless.
Suppose it could have been worse. It could have been the Dean of Medicine. Or one of my employers. Or former employers. Or professional contacts.
Note to self: double check 'to' field before hitting 'send' button EVERY TIME!