Does Constantly Checking Your Email Give You Peace of Mind?

Or Does it Drive You Crazy?

By Mitchell Slepian

I remember back in the day, when you couldn’t check your email on your phone or by logging in on another computer. You had to check it on the computer you normally used. Years ago, my sister and I shared an email address. I figured out how to check it from other computers. I would log on and email her. She got a little nervous and scared. She had no idea how I was doing this. Of course, I explained everything. But I had fun for a day or two.

I remember when I was at a PR firm and on a Friday, booked the CEO (Scott D. Cook) of the company I was representing (Intuit) onto CNBC. He was supposed to be on the following Monday. I was in NYC, and Cook was in Mountain View, Calif. The producers were working out the final details. They, a coworker, and I left each other voicemails all weekend. We were checking nonstop. Monday came around, and we worked everything out with Cook’s executive assistant and he did a great interview.

These days, all we would have to do is send a few emails or texts, and everything would be set. In some jobs, you need to constantly check your email. But the question I would like to raise is: how much checking is too much? Do you check immediately before going to bed and as soon as you wake up? Does it kill when you need to turn your phone off during Broadway shows, the New York Philharmonic, and operas? When is checking excessive? Can you sit through dinner with family and friends without logging on?

The best part is that most of the time, all your emails come from your project management applications, such as Basecamp or monday.com, letting you know the web update is live or that edits have been made to a document. Oh, and there are sales pitches for things your company will never need. Or people reaching out to you to forward their resumes to HR. These people are not people you know. They are just spamming everyone they can secure an email address for. 

For the record, before I sat down to write this, I was at the gym. My workday was over. I was doing some core work and checked my email. On the super-long train ride into work that morning (due to a stalled train at a major station), I held back from checking and kept reading “Remain in Light” by Chris Frantz. I tried my best to stick with the book on my Kindle and not try to live that wildlife by checking my office’s email.  I even skipped checking my personal email accounts. I have too many of those.

Bottom line, I think it’s fine to check it in moderation. But I always remember that the email you’re waiting for, or think is coming will probably come in due time.

Marc and Alana at Times Square

While Kari was weeping on a bench at Hudson River Park, Marc and Alana emerged from Times Square Station. Marc got Alana front one orchestra seats for Sweeney Todd. The two weren’t sure where they’d go for dinner after. They weren’t sure if they would go anywhere. 

They probably had the relationship Kari dreamed of. They treated each other to things. They liked the same music. Marc was obsessed with the Yankees. Alana could care less about sports. She did favor the Yankees and occasionally accompanied Marc to the Stadium. Of course, they stopped in Stan’s pregame for a couple of Yankee Pilsners and excellent company and music.

Jay was still sitting there. Kari decided she had enough and got up and walked back toward Times Square. Kari knew she would probably meet Jay for another exciting date in a day or so. She wondered which bench he would choose to meet her at. Oh well.

Marc and Alana went into the theater and began the show. The curtain closed, and happy theatergoers exited. Alana and Marc headed toward the east side to a bar for beer. As they walked, they noticed a group of people hanging around. They looked distressed. Marc and Alana looked at each other. They decided they would see what was happening and if they could help.

They saw a crazy lady screaming and throwing things. The two looked at each other. They whispered this is sadly part of the norm in NYC now. They assessed the situation. Marc and Alana didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Of course, they also wanted their Sierra Nevada Pale Ale or Stella Artois. They decided to handle this quickly. Alana shot some apples from a slight distance out of her eyes while Marc set a few pomegranates in flight. All were a direct hit at the woman, causing the ruckus. She went down. The crowd drifted away, and the two lovebirds continued to the bar and got their beer.