Showing posts with label Etiquette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Etiquette. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

I am not the etiquette fuzz.

This started off as a bunch of chopped up sequential tweets, but I realized that's kinda going against the point I'm trying to illustrate.

I claim no prowess to the etiquette fuzz, nor do I claim ANY sort of continued experience with awful users.  But I have eyes and they read words that translates into my opinions.

When friends post reminders about social media etiquette, I always think "oh right. some people blow."  Some people will never understand what they're doing from the comfort of anywhere, isn't proper decorum.  But like how could people not know how to behave?  whoops. stop me right there.  Our world is filled with boneheads.  But still, basic niceties are so engrained into my noodle, it baffles me when others need to be suggestively hinted time and time again not to suck.  And by suck, I include both intended shenanigans and non-malicious bad choices.  I full on cringe when I see it happen, especially when people I know are the culprits.  eep.

Social media pushes boundaries, sets trends and makes life easier, harder or somewhere in between.  Cool - get that.  But instant access to almost anything has forgotten us one simple notion.  There are still analog manners we must apply to our digital personalities.  It's like going through school all over again.  But now, there's fewer people grading your work or scolding you for being a tool.  And right now I believe twitter houses the most offenders.

The other day a friend retweeted something that made no sense to me.  Honestly, there are many tweets I must spend time figuring out, simply because there's lots of acronyms and code words and truncations I'm not hip on.  get off my lawn.  It was because of the few people "tagged / included" (I don't know what it's called) that prompted me to write this.  The tweet seemed out of place to include a few particular names you would know, so I expanded it to figure out what it all meant.

That's when almost the entire display of a large desktop unfolded a non-nonsensical conversation between two people I don't know, who included several people you would know.  Holy hell.  It started with a memed picture and like "you guys rule" kinda thing.  Ok. Part of twitter's charm? is interaction with people you may not otherwise have an opportunity to do so.  But why should that make allowances to treat ones twitter handle like an object, rather than the person behind it.  I was appalled I tell you!  I felt so bad to read the "oh yeahs" and "cool" responses that any normal person would say dude, talk amongst yourselves.  No One Else Cares.



Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Grocery etiquette.

Oh Whole Foods, you never cease to help me say “You can all fuck off.”

Tonight, while I unloaded my hand-grocery basket onto the conveyer, two chicks decided I wasn’t really in line yet and went ahead of me without asking.  Now listen, I’m a classy lady so I let it go.  I even let it go when they both looked at me, my eyes instantly judging them while they instantly turned guilty.  The Whole Foods I frequent has floor to ceiling columns next to each register, where last minute impulse buys are ready for the taking.  So it was possible they didn’t see me, but nope, see prior sentence.

But it kept poking at me.  On my turn, I asked the checker if that was new etiquette policy, describing what happened. He said no way & how sorry he was he didn’t see it happen.  If they do, they always send those people to the end of the line.  I thanked him for understanding.  As I walked back to my car, lo and behold, there were the two chicks starting to back out of their parking space.  And in my mind, they must have been parked liked jerks at a funky angle, because, c’mon, of course they were.  In seeing a one-time opportunity, I decided to get back at them in my own, sweet way.

I scooted past the car so I was able to walk in the middle of the drive path, holding my groceries.  Of course, normally these people frustrate me – like you know there’s a car behind you, just walk to the side!!  But tonight, it’s in my favor.  I walked slow and confusedly looked for my car.  And oh no, dropped some cereal and yogurt from my bag.  I could feel the anger permeate the metal and head in my direction.  Which was awesome.  I slowly put all the goodies back into my bag and casually made my way to the car, and they eventually sped off.

Don’t fuck with me ladies.