Yesterday, my wife texted me a picture of a notice I received from a debt collection agency. Yeah— great start.
It was in reference to a speeding ticket in Washington DC — in 2008. It had somehow just surfaced and I was perplexed. I looked at the license plate number and it was most definitely not my car. I’ve been hoodwinked!
So I called the agency, which told me to check with the MD DMV, where my car was registered in 2008. I looked for online help— and then was pointed to call the general number. After about 30 minutes on hold— with zero progress, I decided to start looking through my email for any clues.
You see, I have had the same email address (a yahoo account) since 1999.
I looked it up by date — and just browsed through emails. In no time at all, I noticed an email confirmation from my dealership. Apparently, the day of the alleged ticked I did, in fact, have my car serviced — and had a loaner.
Guilty as charged. I immediately paid the fine.
But what struck me is how core my email has become to me. Life events big and small are represented in this account — more than any other record I have (or may ever will) have. If I need tax docs, that’s where I go. Information on my car, my house, insurance…you name it. This is where I investigate.
Of course I have other emails — including a gmail account to connect all the Google accounts I have and to put on my resume so I don’t look antiquated. But when I have something meaningful that I might need to reference or record— into the old Yahoo it goes.
Long story short: My Yahoo email account is without question the most powerful and dependable resource for management of my life.
What an odd world we live in.