Oops

I'm a big fan of Freudian slips (and before anyone asks, no, it's not a new type of underwear).

Today, however, I almost made a Freudian slip that would either have made everyone laugh (it certainly managed that in the office), left a spanish lady utterly confused, or ended my career.

You see, I'm dealing with a spanish company on a new project I'm working on, and today I emailed the lady in charge at their end to introduce myself. In emails such as this I often use the phrase "I'm looking forward to working with you," because it shows a bit of enthusiasm on my part and makes the other person feel special (not in the window-licker sense of the word).

But today, for some inexplicable reason, I wrote "I'm looking forward to porking you," which I think you'll agree is a tad forward; I mean, usually I'd at least buy her dinner. Or a McDonald's Happy Meal.

Anyway, what that says about my thought processes today I don't know, but thank god I proof-read my emails.