Well, time to admit defeat. I believe I have once again relapsed. My throat hurts and the unmanageable fatigue is back. I now have to clarify between fatigues as one I can work with and the other I can't. So, I am back on my own couch trying not to be totally discouraged. I really need to get back to work soon. My boss has discovered Facebook. It's not bad that he has a page, but he has created a page for the company. Well, 2 pages actually. One page has our logo for a profile picture, the other one doesn't. The no photo page is a fan of the photo page. Obviously it isn't really a fan, but jealous of the other page for having a photo. It's so wrong it is awesome!
I would like to add that he is probably just testing the whole system out. He is not unable to use Facebook correctly. But, this blog is all about how I see the world around me. Most of my life is spent making up back stories or alternate story lines for every situation I come across. This is just a verbal manifestation of that whole process. Well not the whole process. I left out the rant No Photo Page (NPP) had about Photo Page (PP). You know, how PP thinks it is so much better than everyone else because it has a logo. And how PP is such an attention whore that it sends out invites and forces everyone to become a fan of its page just so that it appears to be cooler than it really is. And how it isn't fair that NPP should feel obligated to become a fan because it doesn't really care. Now, NPP, who doesn't really care, is going to be shown up by PP because NPP doesn't have time to deal with keeping up a Facebook page. NPP has real work to do and can't waste energy finding an appropriate profile logo to add to its page. But, doesn't see a way out of becoming a fan because professional courtesy demands that NPP play along even though the whole situation is ludicrous and it has better things to do.
Now, you have the whole process.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
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You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out, you put your right foot in and you shake it all about. I once saw a bumper sticker that said, "what if the hokey pokey was what it was all about?" This sounds hokey pokey to me.
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