Woman wasting 30 hours a week rereading emails she's just sent

A WOMAN is idiotically wasting a large chunk of her life rereading emails and WhatsApp messages the moment she has sent them.

Joanna Kramer is unable to resist checking all her work and personal messages to reassure herself that she is both highly professional and extremely witty. 

Kramer said: “What kind of loser would calmly move onto the next task after sending an email? I open up my Sent Items and read the whole message one more time.

“I don’t know exactly why I do it. I think it’s so I’ll be delighted afresh by the quality and wit of my written communications. I sent a hilarious one to Gavin earlier about socks.

“Sometimes I even reread the message I was sent too, so I can feel pleased with how well I’ve responded to something so straightforward a hamster could probably reply adequately.

“My correspondents must think, ‘Wow, what a witty, amazing person. I must have this individual in my life.’

“It’s not a waste of time and it only takes about 15 minutes per message. Except if it’s someone I fancy. Then it’s three hours.”

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