And so the week went on. I wrote and edited and went to meetings. I chatted with coworkers in real life and texted with Ken. A few publicists called me, and we chatted about their pitches. In one case, the whole call took two minutes for what might have been several rounds of emailing. Several times a day, my coworkers would ask me how it was going — good, bad, frantic? For the most part, they were supportive — some even said they were jealous. One editor was very frank that my
experiment was causing her
anxiety. But no one really complained that they couldn’t reach me by email, until Thursday.
I tried to answer a ton of emails before the experiment began, but a few got lost in the last-minute rush, including an email to NBC to set up an interview with Hoda Kotb. Refinery29’s publicist had been helping me coordinate the interview, and she wasn’t too happy to hear from our NBC contact that I hadn’t been in touch, and
I wasn’t checking email. When she came and found me on Thursday afternoon to tell me about the email, she said, "So, you’re really sticking with this experiment, huh?” I felt terrible. I didn’t mean to create more work for her, and I hadn’t meant to drop the ball. I put some notes into a Google doc for her, so she could send it on to NBC. In the end it was okay — we got the interview
and our contact was understanding — but I still felt bad. My no email experiment wasn’t supposed to negative impact someone else, but suddenly it was.
After that exchange, the novelty of the experiment began to wear off, and I started feeling grumpy. I was tired of talking about the experiment. Ken had an event every night that week, so I hadn’t had much time to talk with him, beyond a few scattered text messages. I was over asking my editor to send emails for me — and I was worried she was annoyed at helping me out. I couldn’t help but feel like I was missing out on stuff. And I was — because more than once someone would start talking with me about something, and I would have no idea what they were talking about because I didn’t get the email!
As the week came to an end, I was all out of sorts. I hadn’t gotten as much work done as I wanted (granted my to-do list was ridiculous), and I was over the experiment. Friday night I even dreamed about checking email. Really. But I had one more day to go. I could power through.