Is it REALLY necessary ?

Ignore this if you don't like complainers... I need a minute. 

I'm thinking about changing my e-mail address. Seriously. I have two. One is my personal email. I put this one on forms that require (not request- if you just request you ain't gonna get it). I semi-understand why I get junk on this one. But let me tell you, once you're engaged, these junk emailing robots of people WILL find you. I blame the Southern Bridal Show. 

I have a photographer. I have a caterer, a location, a dress. I do not WANT a videographer (yes Microsoft, that is a word). Each day I delete at least 85% of the messages in my Inbox (you created this word why are you underlining it red?).

The other is my work email- I DO NOT give this email out to ANYONE. I'm pretty sure my mom doesn't even have that address. Somehow it STILL gets junk mail. Luckily our mail service at work filters out most of my junk mail, but for the sake of who knows what, we still get emails saying, "Hey, we blocked this message. Click here if you actually want the message we don't want you to have." Regardless of if you click there or not, you still can't have the email. Good job Children's-- for real no sarcasm, I swear.

Just because I'm all riled up now, here's a list of things that irk me/get on my nerves:

• When words get underlined as misspelled when I know good and well they are spelled correctly (see me talking to myself in parentheses up there?)
• When my font keeps changing while I'm typing (See, even posting this is adding to my list)
• When I get emails for male enhancement-- I KNOW I've never marked on ANYTHING that I am anything close to the male gender so WHY OH WHY do I receive these emails? Not just for the pills either... yea.
• When you want me to call you back, leave me a message. ESPECIALLY if you are not a dear close friend of mine. Them, I'll call back just to see what the scoop is ;) I'm nosy-- It's a flaw. I'm working on it.
• This expands on the previous: I have been receiving a certain phone call lately. If you don't answer, it is a recording stating, "Hi, this is not a sales call. You have an important business matter with our company. Please call Victor at blah blah blah. Again, this is not a sales call." No "Hello Ms. Wayland/ Beth/ Elizabeth/ You Ridiculously-Hard-to-Get-in-Touch-With-Person" Well ok, that REALLY makes me want to call you back. I kept (and still to this day am) receiving these calls. Once I answered, because after all, they are persistent if nothing else. Guess what was on the other end of the line!? "Hi, this is not a sales call. You have an important business matter with our company. Please call Victor at blah blah blah. Again, this is not a sales call.*click*." Oh yes, the same recording. Now I'm really not calling you back Victor/ butthead. 
• These two I inherited from my mother: Why isn't a 2x4 2"x4"? or a 7 foot door 7 feet? (When she's queen of the world, she'll fix those.)
• A 7 year old does NOT need a cell phone. They just don't. I didn't have a cell phone until I was 16, and then I only had one that my mom, dad, and I SHARED. Yep.
• Many more about hospital related things that I can't and won't post because a.) I love my job and b.) I don't want to get fired. :)
• I work nights. Every other week. I know it's hard to keep up with, but PUH-LEASE don't wake me up during the day on my work week. Calling me at noon is like me calling you at 2 AM. Thank you Regions Bank Mortgage people for listening and being so incredibly willing to do this. Boo to our Realtor who just couldn't figure out that I wake up at 3:30 PM.
• How is inside Andrew's house the ONLY place I don't get cell phone service?
• Why don't iPhones come with instructions? I mean, it isn't extremely hard to figure out, but there are some things that unless some nice person tells you, you would never know.  (i.e. Did you know you can rearrange the icons by touching one and holding down until they wiggle? Did you know to make this stop you have to click what I call the menu button? No idea what it's really called-- no instructions. Yep, I'm the loser who used YouTube to understand my iPhone.
• I got a splinter (in my pointer finger) from the deck in our new house.
• Now I've gone and got all distracted watching the Biography of Sarah Jessica Parker-- oh DishNetwork.