Bear with me on this...just assume that it is midnight and you can't seem to doze off (like the problem I had just last night). Well, you might try some warm milk, counting sheep, watching the late night horror flick, OR...you might decide to log onto your Facebook page and get caught up on what all your friends are up to. And before you know it, you are posting and commenting fast and furiously. Then you head over to Twitter to let everyone know what's on your mind and how cute the latest Youtube video of a cute kitten is. So it goes until say 3:00 am. Finally you're ready to head off to bed.
The next morning arrives way too soon. You will yourself out of bed, crawl to the coffee pot, and try to find some life in your tired bones. With your head full of cobwebs, you contemplate your day, then come to the decision..."I am much too tired to be productive today. I think I will call in sick." You pick up your cell phone and quickly dial the office before anyone is there and leave a series of scruffy sounding "I am not feeling very well today" messages. Ah...you did it. Now you can sit back and have a lazy day.
As you pour your second cup of coffee, you flash back to the hours before. You reflect on all the postings and mindless chatter you engaged in and think to yourself that it might be fun to check your Facebook and Twitter blogs. You were on fire last night. A man among men! A real wordsmith if there ever was one. Surely someone has taken in your rants and late night musings and posted some insightful replies. You wake up the computer, log on, and with child like excitement, you check your Facebook Wall. You're astonished to find...nothing. Not a single response. Not even a simple LOL. Let down, you re-read all your late night ramblings and snicker "Who cares anyway." You rationalize that the postings were only meant to be seen by your family, your friends, and ... OH CRAP!...YOUR CO-WORKERS!, and even your BOSS. The boss who had decided to partake in their own Web 2.0 social experiment.
As you frantically try and clear your status, delete your tweets, and recapture your good name, your cell phone rings. You guessed it. Boss man! Actually "bossman1165." The same "bossman1165" you referred to as "tight wad" and "too old to be in the club!" Yes...the same "bossman1165" you forgot who had just days before asked you what this "Facebook" phenomenon is all about.
As you log onto your bank account and check your available balance then surf over to the Department of Labor website, you reflect. Then you conclude...the next sleepless night you have, you should just watch that horror flick rather than starring in your own.
Glass houses exist. Be careful!
