Things have been very pessimistic lately, what with the whole prolonged economic crisis and swine flu.
Travel has become very restrictive nowadays, with an onus placed on you to declare where you have been and the fluid issue of home quarantine coming up, should the need arise.
Or at least that is how it is with my company anyway.
And the cheesy headline in this entry, reminiscent of the equally emotional and bawdy FallOut Boy song is just an indication of how so many things can go wrong in this world.
Plenty of day to day stuff in my world are reeling from the cracks in the grand macro-scale.
My boss has left, only to be replaced by someone else.
A colleague blogs about the workplace in not-too-discrete detail and it gets blown out of proportion.
So while I understand why people do get angry when workplace information gets dragged into the not-so-private space of cyberspace, I cannot help but feel extra paranoid when it comes to my own.
Yes, I know corporate communications is googling for any mention of the company out there on the internet and yes, maybe I should stop blogging and curtail all such similar activities and tweet instead.
It is just that this is not to rub into the faces of those who do tweet, but I can’t jump onto that particular technological bandwagon as yet because I still think twitter is for twits. I might change my mind in the near future, but let us all hope that it does not come too soon.
As it is, I find myself weary of spending too much time on facebook anyway.
Oh and another ‘headfirst slide feeling on a bad bet’ occurred the other day when I smsed someone just as I knew I was going to be incredibly drunk and needed help picking up the pieces.
My ‘I am really high, and I need you to help me’ sms was only to be rewarded with a ’screw you’ message.
Yes, I know I made a bad bet in picking said person as a friend. But said person is still a friend until I decide otherwise and toss the lid.
My discrete mathematics tutor in computing school in uni (yes, I took such subjects once) told us in his most logical and calm manner.
“I don’t ever get mad, I get even.”
And he was conducting a class on logic in its mathematical sense.
So maybe there is value to be gleaned from the antisocial degree which I dropped out in my first year in uni and it can still be applied to the real world.
your posts are getting very cryptic. don’t the lock-ing of the post work?
You are right, I will write something in more detail in a locked up one.
Just increasingly paranoid because I discovered my blog on technocrati, even though I declined permissions to make this blog googleable.
And some parts of locked posts can get on the internet via RSS feeds, so I am wary of that as well.