Every other day the world is treated to another vicious video of a teenager being attacked at school while onlookers giggle and record with their phones. (And I use the word “treated” sarcastically because the videos are usually disgustingly disturbing.)
Let's be unequivocally clear: your workplace is not your family. And honestly, when companies insist on presenting their workforce as a "family," I find it utterly obnoxious, bordering on insulting.
There are moments in life that stick with you – your first car, your first terrible haircut, the first time you realized that artisanal kale smoothies were actually just a fancy way to drink grass.
To play a casino game on my phone I needed to give the app access to my address book, photos, videos and grant permission to record audio. Hmm… now, let’s see if I can figure out how my personal information and files could be compromised.
For whom are you living? It’s something I ask during new year’s resolution season but all year-round when I scroll social media.
Are disclaimers catering to snowflakes? Let me give you some context so that question makes sense.
I’ve heard it, you’ve heard it – it’s practically gospel in business circles: the food industry is the toughest game in town. The margins, they say, are razor-thin. Restaurants struggle to stay afloat, operating on mere pennies of profit per dollar.
Suck it up and get ready to work your fingers. It’s the last thing you want to be doing but you have no choice.
Want me to do it? Want me to do it? No? Well, why are you teasing me?
Gas prices are through the roof and the cost of bacon is ridiculous. (Let's not get started on the price of eggs.) That was the consensus last weekend at a family celebration. Yes, we have deep conversations in our family.
You’re not a parent, you wouldn’t understand.
I fancy myself a writer. In today’s world I really am just a typer (“typist” sounds too formal and professional) since when I physically use a pen, I can barely understand what my message is.
I hate shopping. I can't stand malls. I'm that guy who gets Christmas shopping done online or in the mall for as short a time as possible. But, there's a but. But I love grocery shopping.
Every now and then, a package arrives in the mail from a charity I’ve supported. It might be a calendar, a set of greeting cards, or even a small, decorative trinket, all emblazoned with the charity’s logo and a heartfelt message of thanks. My first reaction is often a fleeting sense of warmth – "How thoughtful!" – quickly followed by a prickle of unease. My mind immediately jumps to a question that I can’t seem to shake: Who paid for this?
We're constantly bombarded with advice advocating for building bridges, fostering connections and maintaining relationships, no matter how strained. The prevailing wisdom dictates that you should never burn bridges because you never know when you might need them.
For a long time, I felt like I was failing at… well, everything, if I wasn't constantly plugged into the 24-7 news cycle.
I haven’t spent much time in the online dating scene. Why? Because it would probably lead to conflict in my house and many nights sleeping alone.
Spring is a great time to reconnect with people and catch up. In recent weeks, I’ve been in touch with people from my past. It was similar to the start of the pandemic when many of us scrolled through our phone and/or social media and randomly reached out to people we hadn’t had contact with in a while.
I love technology. Let me get that out of the way right upfront.
As smartphone technology began to evolve and seemingly make every daily task possible to manage and/or complete from the palm of your hand, I was hooked. Now, as it continues to invade our lives I'm gradually -- maybe not gradually, so much as abruptly -- stepping back.
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I'm starting to feel like I've stumbled into a parallel universe where the language is vaguely familiar, but the meaning is completely and utterly lost on me.
There are a few things on social media that make me laugh: people announcing "a break" (even though you know damn well they're still creeping, they're just not posting), relationship drama, vacation photos with people clutching their phone on the beach (because they can't enjoy nature for what it is) and meet-and-greet concert pics (explanation below).
I've noticed something lately, a creeping phenomenon that's making me question the very fabric of our appreciation rituals. (I'm not even talking about tipping because that's another issue.)
