Rantbook

It’s bad enough that I have to hear about mundane things in the live feed. I can only hide so many of you. Why do you invite me to events when I don’t even live in the same time zone? We all know Facebook isn’t great with personal setting and I can’t seem to turn of  notifications every time someone so much as sneezes while looking at my wall (innuendo?) or profile. I don’t want to know that your boss looks like a frog. And you shouldn’t want to share those feeling wither, for that matter. There are plenty of bosses online, and with Facebook constantly mismanaging privacy settings, your boss who may not be your friend can find every little thing you’ve said about your job. What’s worse is that you also posted to you wall that you need lettuce for CafeWorld and that you found a rabbit in your garden on Farmville–all on company time. You boss can see that.

I’ve strayed quite a bit from where I began. Stop sending me invitations to events you know I can attend. Don’t invite every friend on your list. Don’t invite me if we only became friends because I was doing a stint on Sorority Life. We’re not actually friends. Friends are the people I see face to face or at least talk to on the phone. Just because my virtual Minolo Blaniks helped you win 70,000 of air dollars doesn’t make us friends.

Again, I have strayed, but I think you get my point.