Hi. Hello. Welcome. Take a seat.
Thanks for being here. We’ve got… a situation. Don’t worry, it’s not life threatening. No one is in imminent danger and nothing will suffer… except perhaps my career and credibility.
About a week ago, I was at work when I got a notification on my Facebook tab. Which is no biggie because
tagging mates in memes scanning the news through my Facebook feed is part of my job. You can imagine my delight when I clicked over to see a welcome red number hovering over the friend request icon. It was flattering, and a welcome reprieve from, for once, not having to be the one stalking and then adding every new acquaintance in my life.
But upon discovering who my pending request was, my delight turned to dread.
It was my boss. Right there at the top of the pile of people I don’t know and never intend to accept. The very same boss sitting just metres from my computer.
My first thought was, what would Mark Zuckerberg do? I did a quick Google search to see if the creator of my predicament had any expert wisdom on the subject. He didn’t.
I then promptly logged of Facebook all together, closed the tab and got back to work, hoping it would quietly disappear.