The first social media network I joined was Myspace. I reconnected with about a dozen people from my past, got bored, and have since abandoned it. Nowadays, I only log back in if I get a notice that someone sent me a message or has sent me a friend request. Unfortunately, I usually end up spending 10 minutes trying to remember my login/password, only to finally log in to see that it was just spammer extraordinaire Jessica DD Juggs. (Just so’s you know, I accepted. Her brains are awesome.)
Facebook was the next thing to suck me in. It started out being alright. I actually made more quality connections through it, and I’m not ashamed to admit that most of my friends are my online friends that I’ve made through there. Or my “imaginary” friends as my husband likes to refer to them. It all started going downhill fast when the developers made all the interface changes in an attempt to become more Twitterfied. It’s one big ‘ole shitfest now, but I still log in to keep in touch with the girls. Ah, the things I do for boobs.
Aaaaand that takes us to Twitter. I personally have a love-hate relationship with Twitter. For most people, it’s just one big competition for attention where only a select few are declared victorious. To make it even more challenging, there’s the ever annoying character limit. So not only do I have the pressure of trying to think of something witty to say, I also have to do it right at 140 characters. What the what?
It cracks me up whenever I log into Twitter, because 90% of my timeline tweets are coming from people who are “working hard” at their job. Where the heck do these people work, and is their workload so light that they can spend so much time tweeting? And seriously, is it worth it to risk losing your job (you know, the thing that allows you to buy all those pretty, shiny distractions in your life) just so you can tweet to your online brethren that verra verra special NSFW picture of some pretty peen?
It’s Friday, so let’s take a peek at a few of the tweets on my timeline currently, shall we?
“boss passing thru, brb!”
“Lots of work to do today. Will be lurking”
“omg this day is made of suck. fml. tgif beeches!”
and my personal favorite : “I mean the pic from last night where his wang looks huge…does anyone have that one??”
One of my friends – let’s call her Sadie – used to be on Facebook and Twitter all day long. The girl didn’t even bother trying to be careful about it because her supervisor started following her on Twitter, and she didn’t even notice! One day, she absolutely freaked out because she had been called in and was told that she was walking on thin ice with her “unproductivity”. Apparently her boss had been following her on Twitter for a little while and had taken screenshots of her Twitter page as proof. You’d think that at that point, she’d just give up tweeting cold turkey during company time, but nope. She just locked her tweets and sneaks in between tasks with her Crackberry.
A couple of other friends have the usual office desk job, and spend most of their time at work reading fanfiction. I shit you not. THEY ARE GETTING PAID TO READ SMUT.
Do we live in the Twilight Zone where people get paid whilst tweeting their work day away? It completely boggles my mind.
And yes, I totally said “whilst”.
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