Excuse Me, Mr Boss--- You Have Toilet Paper Stuck In Your Underwear

The other day at work BMD gets an email that probably was intended to be between the President and Vice President of my company.
El Presidente is clearly venting about the sorry state of my office staff.
I once was called the Office Manager
This morphed into the Controller
Which means that I have even more responsibility in spite of the pay and benefit cuts but calling me something more authoritative just sounds so much cooler.
So, in some capacity, I am supposed to be in charge of what the rest of the office staff does. 
Or doesn't do.
Apparently we aren't doing anything lately
And what we are doing is crappy and unorganized
It was the email equivalent of gossiping about someone in the ladies room only to have them open the door, walk past you, freshen up their lipstick and walk out the door.
BMD and I had a partial office staff meeting whereby I brow beat her into replying to the email just so they know that she knows what they said and probably I know what she knows they said and who even knows who else knows what I know she knows they said.

There was no response.

Yesterday I got a piece of mail addressed to
LeAnn L Fenner-- President of Circling The Drain Construction Corporation
I am so excited!
I think I got a promotion--- I wonder how much more pay I will lose now?