What are the Chances?

Awhile back many bloggers were posting their results from “How Many of Me.” So I never got around to posting, but have been struggling with the fact that I’m currently 1 of 3 in the United States, but in 43 days I will be 1 of 249, a number that was 250 until Mr. H’s sister wed in May.

So as a 1 in 3, you can imagine my surprise when I receive an email at my first.last email account saying that X time is available for X date for an informational interview. Umm, what? Thankfully this email had been forwarded by someone to his secretary/personal assistant asking her to set up this meeting. Sure enough, the email had been sent by first.middleinitial.last at my same email client. Oddly enough, this girl with my namesake (who has probably been cursing the fact that she had to use her middle initial in the first place) has similar career interests as I do—non-profit public relations. Cue Twilight Zone theme music.

I responded to the assistant explaining that she’d reached the wrong person with this name, but that the organization sounded very interesting should my life relocate me to Boston.

Long ago I gave up the dream of having a first.last email address through gmail. But it does make me wonder how many of my future emails will go to the person who claimed that address years ago. Not that I was checking, but I assume Mr. H’s sister would have taken it if it had been available when she signed up with gmail. I love my gmail, but you better believe I’m claiming my new name on any new email client that comes out.