Month: August 2014

When your Boss takes social site matter of things personal

Before, all was well, since everybody was innocent, reserved and naive about it all; that was a time when Social media or sites (Facebook, Twitter…blah blah blah…) were a mystery. See, in offices only a few, those privileged would and were entitled to use that ‘desk phone’, and in most offices these machines had specified people to operate them.
I mean those times when the word mobile phone had not yet made way into society’s vocabulary. It’s through only letters, telegraphs and face to face conversations ruled the ways of socialising, sharing and interacting. Of course much, yet not much could be attained as people met or connected.
When social sites showed up, even before society knew what ‘socialising’ encompassed, it dashed for it.

A friend of mine nearly lost her job when her Facebook friend furiously carried their social conversation on a topic all the way into office; oh, her Facebook friend was her boss-who she had honoured his friend request and accepted it. To her she vowed never to accept a ‘Request from an Employer’, she opted to unfriend her Boss, but was it the best thing to do?-it was too late!

See, social sites help us connect, share and more get to know each other. Would you like being that employee whose boss pokes his nose into social affairs, which is fine but further take matters personal?!. I don’t think it’s right to act the bossy way on that social site, even when you have employees. But also respect should be into consideration, to keep ones’s image.

So, what would you do if you saw that friend request from your employer?


My Wishes, my Dream

Its always been my wish, a wish am ever dreaming of-not day dreaming but dreaming…My strong feeling of thought that I hold onto with that calmness embedded with passion, that people around don’t share…

I wish I could switch places with your shadow, cause I envy it-see it is ever with you and will follow you, besides you even when you rarely take recognition. 

I wish we could switch places, so that you’d have a feel of what am in, and maybe could make you love me; If I was you and you were I, in love-then I’d sacrifice to stay in such a dream and never to wake up.

I at times keep whinging to the creator and myself; why we(you and I) won’t share this rich dream of sensation; looking deep into each others’ eyes to connect and evoke all that used to be,way back in our young days of innocence when our bodies were full of life, real life.

I wish this wish could turn into a reality dream.