Since You Asked Nicely
Today during my internet wanderings, I spent some time with my friends over at CNN where an article titled “7 digital mistakes to avoid in 2011” caught my eye.
The story prefaces itself by asking you nicely not to do the seven things listed.
So ok. If asked nicely, I’ll consider it.
Let’s check out my report card on the Thou Shalt Not list:
1. Send an unspeakably rude e-mail to one of my employees or co-workers.
Ok, yes. I’ve done this. I’ve gone to rehab. When I feel the vitriol spewing from my fingers as they fly around the keyboard, I usually finish the email, then hit “save as draft” and let it sit a while.
Also, when writing a tacky email, I always delete the name from the address field on the email so I don’t accidentally send the unedited and unfinished email (done it! Lived to tell the tale).
So on item 1, I’m all good. Next!
2. Chase a messy breakup with sad-clown Facebook statuses and hours of sob-wracked ex stalking.
Ew. No. I hardly use Facebook, so no. Ok, I *have*…in the past…been known to mildly cyber stalk an ex. Mostly to see what they are up to these days, but those years are done.
I did have an ex contact me a few years back. We’d ended amicably and I was fairly happy to hear from an old friend. Then he pulled a Brett Favre and I got skeeved. I now avoid online contact with exes. Just better that way.
3. Waste everyone’s time with inane tweets.
Yeah, I could be guilty of this. But then again, so can anyone who participates in Twitter. I recently read an article where a celeb compared tweets to mental farts shared with the world.
Let’s call this one, guilty as charged.
4. Keep my wedding photo as my Facebook profile pic for five months or more.
No worries there.
5. Leave offensive, sexist, childish or straight-up stupid comments.
Straight-up stupid? Certainly not! I’m sure my comments are always brilliant, insightful and add value to situation!
Yeeeah. I’ve done it. Was once a big offender. Just ask The Good Man, recipient of far too many drunk texts. However, now that he’s usually around when I’m having a couple sips, I don’t need to drunk text him anymore.
I am recovered (mostly).
7. Peck away at my smartphone during dinner.
Ok. I’m guilty. I own it. There you go, my New Year’s resolution. It might be the one I can stick to because, as the article says, “…let’s face it, those whiskey binges and late-night Cheetos you swore off (of) on 1/1/11 aren’t going anywhere.”
True, true. Whiskey binges and late-night Cheetos are a thing of beauty.