What? No, I am definitely NOT checking Facebook
I posted something on Facebook this morning – alright, alright, so maybe it was this afternoon. Quick. As a flash. Like, wham, bam, copied it from Twitter, signed in, posted it. Signed out, good bye, adios. Will not be sacked for piddling around on my personal social networks at work. Phew.
But I want to see if anyone has commented anything…
I really, really do!
The thought keeps sneaking back on up at me. It’s like an annoying itch. An itch to sneak on, see if anyone has written anything…
…then sneak right off, of course. Wouldn’t hurt just once, right?
But then, it wouldn’t be once would it, Mairi? Nope, because, even if I did see that one of my friends had posted a little something – my little itch would still be there – wanting to know ‘has anyone posted anything else?’, ‘And, did anyone comment on that?’ Because somebody very well could, like, at any minute.
God, my addictions….itchy.
If only I had InTouch5™ Social Dashboard. (plug). I could sneak a peak at my mobile – without signing in….without having to leave the conspicuous FACEBOOK! page open in my browser – without having to let that unmistakable interface ping up on my screen every time I just need a wee… check.
Ahhh, if only. My perfectly innocent mobile could just buzz me, just a wee ‘ting ting’ or ‘zzz, zzz’ to notify me that someone had commented. It wouldn’t just scratch my itch but clear it altogether. I’d be doused in chamomile – oooh refreshing. I’d be soothed in the knowledge that ‘it’s O.K, you’re not going to miss a thing – you’re there, they’re all there and you’re going to know about it the very moment someone notices that rather funny little link’.
And relax.
NB: It should be noted, by anyone who I might work for, that this post was completely fabricated – the situation described is utterly false – a mere figment of my imagination, used, simply, to demonstrate the possible benefits of having InTouch5™ Social Dashboard on my mobile phone. I, for the record, do not even have a Facebook account.
