thinking in tweets and updates

OK, social media folks, admit it. Since you started tweeting or facebooking, you’re thought process has changed. Maybe in the past something odd would happen to you, and you’d think it to yourself, or, if someone was with you, say it out loud. Maybe if you were super diligent, you’d write it in a diary.

But you had a filter, generally; either the fact that no one was around to talk to and you’d feel stupid talking to yourself, or the person with you was sick and tired of your random thoughts, or you were just too lazy to write in your diary. And so on.

Today though, that filter is, if not gone, at least a bit more porous than it was. Now, if you choose, ANY random thought that you have can be instantly shared with those poor suckers who haven’t hidden or blocked you yet.

What tweets/updates did you NOT send today? Here are a few of mine (and no, they are not all less than 140 characters):

7:30am – Crap. 4 days vacation is not really vacation if you’re with your family. Can I have one more day just for me? No? Damn it.

8:15am – Breakfast failure; gluten free blueberry waffles with a bit of low fat vanilla ice cream. Gross. Where are the blueberries? And why does it taste like I’m eating sandpaper? Yes, I threw the remaining waffle out the car window. It’s biodegradable and editable. In theory.

8:30am – Definitely not in the mood to be social. I should be making the rounds asking people about their holidays. Instead, I’ll hunker at my desk and pretend I can’t hear anyone.

9:30am – Bless her heart, one of my lovely staff braved the morning thunderclouds and poked her head in to say hi. Starting to feel marginally human.

9:35am – Finally able to step into public and hunt down some tea. Wow, check out that fabulous jacket a coworker is wearing. Instant hatred of every piece in my wardrobe.

10am – First meeting of the day, begun with a giggle-worthy story about Nutcrackers past. Thanks, Martin!

10:30am – now what do I do?

10:31am – right, I’ve got about 50 emails to answer.

11am – Side note: I can’t believe my brother’s in a real relationship. He’s always been able to share my frustration at going through life without a companion. Now I will really be a 5th wheel, even with my family. That one’s gonna take some getting used to.

11:30am – oooh, let’s take on that bully of an agent. Yeah! Take that! And that! And THIS! Sometimes it’s fun to play tough.

12noon – Lunch with a pal! Favorite part of the day. And best of all, we pretty much decided there would be no impromptu Spanish lesson at our favorite Mexican restaurant. I think our usual teacher wasn’t in the mood to put up with our ineptitude.

1pm – Crap. What is that voicemail? I didn’t have a phone meeting today, did I? Oh wait, it’s not Monday, moron, it’s Tuesday! Hey, at least the resulting conversation was WAY cool. Sometimes, we do really cool s#!% at my job.

1:30pm – Senior Staff meeting – scheduled for 30 minutes. An hour later, we’re done.

2:30pm – race down to the Box Office for another meeting. I really do love my team. They are just smart, dedicated people, and I’ve got to remember that it’s my job to make sure they have fun while they are doing their jobs.

3pm – back upstairs for yet another meeting. Can’t stop being jealous of coworker who is going to EGYPT for a whole month with her mom. Floating on the Nile. I can’t really think of anything much more fabulous than that.

3:30pm – back downstairs for another meeting. At least this one has a Brit on the conference call. Love the accent.

5pm – wander outside and suddenly feel woozy and a little nauseous, which NEVER happens. WTF? This doesn’t bode well.

5:05pm – no time to feel sick – there’s a city council meeting tonight! Guess I’m staying in the office until then. Excellent. Really wanted to work out, but let’s face it, probably would have convinced myself not to given the aforementioned wooziness.

5:15pm – coworker mentions wanting peanut butter sandwiches to be magically delivered. Suddenly, this is all. I. can. think. about.

6pm – Screw it. I’m going to the store to get the fixings for peanut butter sandwiches.

6:15pm – OK, in the 2 minutes between the time I entered the store and exited, not only did a Salvation Army bell ringer appear, but about 50 cars. What the?

6:16pm – Crap – I don’t have any change. Really baleful look from the bell ringer. Will try to put double in tomorrow to make up for it.

6:25pm – Mmmm. Peanut butter sandwiches.

6:45pm – Feeling human – dizziness and nausea gone. And holy crap, it’s time to go to the city council meeting!

7pm – Council meeting. There are some weird cushions on these benches. Both me and my co-worker nearly slid off them when we tried to sit up straight.

8pmish – meeting over. I have no desire to be a city council member. None whatsoever. Glad that other people do.

8:30pmish – Nearly jumped out of my skin when a guy appeared at my side as I struggled to get the mail out of my mailbox. Yet another reason I can’t wait to leave my apartment – the light in the mail area has been out for days.

8:50pm – My friend was right, Mythbusters is awesome. I really want to go skydiving. But I probably should lose a bunch of weight first. How depressing is that? Ugh.

8:51 – speaking of losing weight, this little mini pint of Cherry Garcia is mighty tasty. Sorry, but Ben and Jerry are The Men. Hands down.

9:40pm – Am pretty tired, but fundamentally unable to fathom going to bed at this hour. Solution? To the computer!

10:30pm – Geez, Jodi, get a life, would you? Ok, ok. I’m done. For tonight anyway.

One thought on “thinking in tweets and updates

  1. I was thinking about this very topic today as I typed, deleted, and edited multiple FB statuses and link shares! (I know, you're thinking "You mean those are the ones that got THROUGH the filter?")

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