Spam: It's what's for lunch

So, I left my cube (read: prison) to attend a meeting (of which i loathe) regarding a new product we're releasing soon. After about an hour presentation and demonstration of the product, I stagger back to my cube only to find about 38 _new_ emails in my inbox.

what the hell.

A copy of an email I got upon coming into work today:

Hi,

I was sitting in traffic for an hour and decided to turn back home.

-hoan

that's my manager. naturally, i ell-oh-elled.