Let’s Go, Jinxie!
All of my coworkers are women, and without exception, they are observably addicted to Facebook, Twitter, and other social media. They post and like and Tweet and share and upvote and forward until they lose track of who they are, where they are, and of what they’re taking notice. Just watching them makes my arthritic thumbs ache.
And yet.
Out of the entire gossipy solipsistic backstabbing shallow juvenile selfie-taking gaggle of them, not one — not ONE, mind you — knew what “Let’s Go, Brandon!” means, nor anything about the phrase’s origin, nor why it’s considered funny. Not one.
I have a firm grasp of the concept of duty, and I saw my duty to educate these women in this matter which has been causing them such confused and fast-blinking and uptalking FOMO.
I wasted twenty minutes of the life I’ve been given. As of this writing, none of them gets it.
But I’d wager they could tell you Meghan Markle’s blood type and shoe size.
~ S.K. Orr
4 Comments
James
I’m not taking that bet. I escaped a similar cube farm not long ago.
admin
Someday we may look back and laugh, James. We may. But right now, it’s too nauseating and horrifying. What a pretty pass we’ve come to.
James
Scary part is that in a few more years they may actually be in a position of influence and some power.
admin
The REALLY scary part is that in a few more years, they’ll be the ones taking care of the elderly in nursing homes. I’m sure they’ll do it with the same dedication, discipline, and work ethic they display right now.