“You Shouldn’t Be On Facebook When You’re Ill!”
I’m well aware some of my fellow work Monkeys read my blogs, so this could be a bit controversial (although at my place I haven’t heard of anything like this)…
(“That’s not like one of your usual blogs, Nasty Evil Ninja!”)
I’m writing this and I am ill*.
It’s ok – you probably won’t have to polish your shoes for my funeral, and stuff, but rest assured I the only possibly productive thing about me at the moment is my tramp-like mucus gland.
I feel like I’ve breathed in flames that have left my lungs and throat in tatters, my eyes are burning, head pounding, sneezing and coughing up bits of Kermit, and every damned joint in my body aches.
It is, without a doubt, A Shame For Me.
But, do you know what? I can still get up and walk around. I can get my own food and drink. And I can use my laptop.
I say this because I have known several people who have got a bollocking from their work because they posted stuff on Facebook when they were ‘supposedly’ ill from work!
One friend removed all work people from their Facebook friends, because they got called in to see the Boss on their return to work, shown printouts of screen shots, and asked to explain.
So what had they been doing?
It wasn’t pictures of them out rollerblading and eating icecream. It wasn’t them snorting cocaine off a hookers ample titties. It wasn’t even for updating their status to show they were actually skiving off in Blackpool with their mates.
What one of their work ‘mates’ had reported them for was logging into Facebook.
Not posting anything, or even ‘liking’ anyone elses posts. Just for showing up on the Instant Messenger as being online.
I raised the question: “Just how ill, exactly, do you have to be to stop you from logging in to Facebook?”
I’ve had friends with multiple broken limbs and brain injuries who posted a status from their hospital bed.
A friend in Japan a few years ago was keeping people informed during the devastation of the earthquakes.
And just what the fuck is next?
Will people be facing disciplinary action if a colleague drives past their house and sees that *gasp* the filthy skiving bastards have SWITCHED ON THEIR TV?!?
And does switching on a TV take more effort than ever-so-lightly typing on a laptop that’s right next to your snotrags?
And why the Hell would any manager worth their salt not bitch-slap the stupid grass who would even THINK to dob someone in for any of that?
And woe betide anyone ‘ill’ who manages to drive or walk to see a Doctor…
Somewhat ironically, this blog was written over a week ago, and what followed was about 5 days of bed-ridden hallucinations and me being too bloody ill to post this! Bah! There was also a noticeable lack of posts from me on Facebook, which made this blog a bit redundant. Bastard.