Hello again, everyone. Okay,
Drew pointed something out from my post the other day. He said it was a cheap
trick to mention this big Facebook episode and then not explain it. So today
I’m going to explain, for the first time, why, exactly, I quit Facebook. And,
no, it has nothing to do with them stealing all our data. Though that probably should
have been a good enough reason on its own, the more I read about it.
No, the real reason was all
about something that happened at work. And I’m going to change names here, and
it probably won’t even help, because if one of my fine colleagues somehow finds
this blog, they’ll more than likely rehash it all again just because they feed
on drama. But, whatever; life’s full of risks, right? I could get shit on by a
seagull just walking to the bus stop, but I can't just stay in my apartment all day.
What happened was my boss
started this name game thing on the white board in the alcove off the
kitchenette. She does these things that are supposed to be motivational team
builders, but two-thirds of them devolve into sniping and negativity. She
should have learned before now that most of my co-workers just like to bitch
about stuff. If you offered everyone there a 10 percent raise with the stipulation they could never complain about anything ever again,
they’d rather take the 1.7 percent raise we all got last spring and maintain
the right to whinge nonstop. Anyway, the name game thing was just meant to be
fun and spark some creative thinking. She kicked it off with Pete Moss and Sandy
Beach, and other people added their own. There were a few decent ones, like
Rick O’Shea and Noah Fence. Then we worked our way down to the tier C stuff,
like Sue Mee and June Bugg.
