It's great news when you decide to switch off for a moment and catch up on a bit of Facebook, only to find that a colleague's distributed a student questionnaire into your private inbox for your completion.
So after going completely apeshit and tearing them a new one for their brazen, invasive dickery, I get this reply back from some other colleague who I'm not even "friends" with on this particular social platform.
The correction was clear and simple: I had been inappropriate, particularly considering there were students in the message copy list.
What I said was "apologies" as the fear set in.
What I meant to say was "is there no corner of my blessed and charmed life that isn't off-bounds to you friends?"
Yours collegially and in the spirit of the weekend,
Dr Heimlich Manoverer
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6 comments:
Would you be able to suffer fools more gladly if you gave up caffeinated beverages and 5 hour energy drinks? If not then perhaps a personal assistant to handle your social media, they can be hired cheaply from India and other nations to do such chores.
One would be right to think that there are some areas of ones life that might be sacrosanct but when dealing with the clueless or witless one can not expect them to honor such things. Best of luck Charles,bill
All valid points Bill, as always. I always try to buy local, to help tohe local people. Problem is, I don't think they use social media round these paarts to its full potential.
Apologies for the typos. I'm on my Blackberry™
Oh yeah! Usual excuse of the IT classes.Sounds like sour grapes to me prof - sorry - blackberries.IT rage is bad for you prof.'Calm down' as Michael Winner deceased used to say. They're only people. They don't count.Let me help you with this. I can draw the rage out of you like puss out of a boil. I've recently had lessons in exorcism.In fact I've been out exorcising my dog today.He seems a lot better for it. The cat's in a mess though since I lanced the giant boil that had completely enveloped it
If you think I'm mad, you never met my mother
Talking of which, we went to see PUS IN BOOTS yesterday. No I haven't spelt it wrong. It was all about this geezer with very bad feet and nothing to do with cats. Incidentally have you noticed the slight difference in pronunciation between the U's in Puss and Pus. The latter spoken with the mouth wide open and the former with the lips pursed. These things in life can somehow slip by without notice.
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