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Social media ruins
lives…
No, really! We say
and do things on Facebook and Twitter that we would NEVER say out in the world
and especially not in mixed company.
Sure, people are quick to brag how real they are in real life, but these
are undeniable facts, you just NEVER are as much of what you claim, or perhaps even think you are on
the social networks.
So what does this
have to do with anything?
Thanks for asking!
Thanks for asking!
Friday morning, I
got to work. Got my coffee together, ate
my breakfast and settled in at my desk with my music player and earbuds. I’m listening to my music, minding my own
business. Hard nipples on a cool fall
morning A coworker comes to my desk to small talk, hell it’s Friday – payday
even. I guess I will play along a bit.
Me: “Not a lot, getting in here about to knock
this day out and roll on for the weekend.”
Me: “Nah, I been busy as heck all month, I am
going to actually relax for a
minute.”
[Phlip note: y’all know I hate small talk, right?]
Me: “Nope, maybe breakfast and a haircut
tomorrow, nothing much more”
Me: “I can live with boring, I got too much
happening half the time.”
Me: “I know, I work best quiet with my music, I
come up for air when I need it.”
By now, we had been indoors long enough to remove one MAJOR
distraction from this conversation, staring at me slightly cross-eyed as I was
seated and she standing right in front of me…
CW: “I wish…
With my kids, if ain’t no noise, there is something wrong or everyone is
asleep.”
Me: “Haha”
CW: “You okay though? You don’t even ‘come up for air’ much lately.”
Me: “I’m good…
Busy as all hell, but I am as good as I ever been in spite.”
CW: “Good, good…
That’s good. What’s going on,
what’s on your mind?”
And it was RIGHT
here that my mind took leave of the real world, and I was on Facebook for that
moment.
Me: “Shit, I’ono… Titties?”
She didn’t look shocked or anything
like that. To me, it was innocent as far as SHE
was concerned, she excused herself to make some coffee and I turned back to the
project I was working on. Friday continues and is seemingly completed without a hitch.
Monday arrives, I get dressed and
go to work. I log in at 8am, I sit and
continue chipping at the project we’re working on, music in my ear and
everything. A normal day, right?
WRONG!!!
I gets an office message from my supervisor saying that she
needs me to come into the office.
I take my buds out, lock my computers and walk into the office, wherein I find thecross-eyed nipples coworker from Friday, my supervisor and an HR
representative who never even comes back into this room despite his own office
being only 30 feet away.
I take my buds out, lock my computers and walk into the office, wherein I find the
Fuck you,
Facebook, fuck you indeed.
Apparently, my unchecked “titties on my mind” response was
not so innocently received as it was
when delivered.
Or perhaps I need to get the fuck off the internet until I have my filter properly back intact.
Or perhaps I need to get the fuck off the internet until I have my filter properly back intact.
Why am I telling y’all
this?
It’s simple, see…
It’s simple, see…
Today is Thursday, October 26th. Wells Fargo will want $694 from me to cover
my mortgage on this coming Wednesday and I am now without employment…
I am not snaring the ad money from this blog that I would like to in order to cover such an ordeal. I am asking y’all for some assistance. On Average over the past 3 months, True Story© gets 83 viewers per week. Each reader to paypal me (that is a link) $8.40 or share with people who will would in their stead be more than welcome.
I am not snaring the ad money from this blog that I would like to in order to cover such an ordeal. I am asking y’all for some assistance. On Average over the past 3 months, True Story© gets 83 viewers per week. Each reader to paypal me (that is a link) $8.40 or share with people who will would in their stead be more than welcome.
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