Dear Coworkers, We Can’t Be Facebook Friends

Fresh out of undergrad, I was naive. I thought it’d be a good idea to add my coworkers as friends on Facebook. I felt like it gave me a chance to see them outside of the 9-to-5 and vice versa. Maybe, I initially thought, they could see the other side of me that I don’t display in the workplace. So eventually, I befriended some of my fellow workmates and even a few superiors. Because there was nothing wrong with that, right? Wrong. Let’s go back a a few years to my defining moment:

“So Ashleigh, are you okay?”

All six members of the Marketing department were arriving to the conference room, ready to begin our monthly meeting when my boss publicly inquired about my emotional well-being.

“Yea, I’m fine,” I responded, not sure where the question came from. My demeanor was pleasant, I put effort into my attire, and I arrived to the meeting on time. Nothing about me appeared to be “off.”

“Okay. I saw that your relationship status on Facebook changed so I was just making sure.”

Girl, what? Yes, during this very public work meeting, my boss put my business on Front Street. But that’s what I get.

I never made a genuine connection with my boss. Our conversations were always limited to work-related topics and frankly, awkward whenever we attempted to go outside those boundaries. My mistake was extending the invitation to be a part of my personal life, aka Facebook, to her. We weren’t friends; heck, we were barely acquaintances. I should’ve known better.

That was many years ago and I have actually formed a few genuine relationships in the workplace. I’ve added a one or two on Facebook too, but I am definitely more selective than I was before. I’ve always been told that you separate your work from your play. I now I know why.

Have you added your coworkers as friends on any of your social accounts? How’d that turn out?

Credits: Matthew Fultz

Disconnect: Saving Pennies the Cable-less Way

As I recently moved to a one bedroom apartment, I instantly began looking for ways to save a buck here and there. It’s another one of my “weep today to laugh tomorrow” initiatives, if you will. If you’ve ever been wondering how the non-DVR life is, I’m here to share some of my findings with you.

In this very humble abode I seem to have accumulated not 1 but 3 streaming advices. Each come with their pros and cons but I’ll start from my least favorite to favorite.

Google Chromecast
This is barely my least favorite. In fact, the only reason it’s my least favorite is because it doesn’t operate on innate apps. In order to watch Netflix, you have to stream it from your phone or computer. Also, the app capabilities are still growing. However, I didn’t have to buy an HDMI cord for it. Just plug and chug. Score one for the simplicity.

Apple TV
It hurts me as an Apple cult follower to say that the capabilities of the Apple TV were very underwhelming. Sure, it has Netflix and YouTube, and a few awesome Apple products such as iTunes and Podcasts. But there is much to be desired when it’s almost your only source of entertainment. Sometimes it gets stuck and I have to reset the Apple TV. Not cool. My favorite part is the ability to stream video from my iPhone. But I wish I could cut the middle man and surf from my TV. And the remote control drives me nuts. I want more buttons.

Roku HD
Alas, here is my favorite. Roku is at the top of the streaming game and has a huge and quickly growing database of apps. Since I have an Amazon prime account, I primarily switch between Amazon, Hulu, and Netflix. I also found this service called Aereo and it offers you local cable channels live for $8/ month. This will come in handy when Scandal comes back on. Because I have needs and those needs involve being able to watch Scandal the night of.

So How much money am I really saving by cutting off the cable? First I will share with you my cable-less expenses.

Hulu $8/month
Netflix Free. Borrowed a login.
Internet $30/month
Aereo Still in my free trial, but $8/month if I don’t figure out how to install my TV antenna.

Grand Total: $38-46/month
Time Warner Cable with Internet and 1 DVR Box $93.97/month

Of course, TWC are crooks but, unfortunately that’s all that is available in this area for some reason. But alas, I’ve achieved savings. And I’m pretty darn proud of myself for that.

Have you made the switch to the cableless life? Any tips or services I should know about?

Credits: Daniel Go

I Think Too Much

“The more you overthink the less you will understand.” -Habeeb Akande

As much as I love being in love and having someone to share love with, I can’t stand the thought of being married. Seriously, all is well until we start talking about forever (Forever? For ever ever? And ever ever?). Mostly because, that’s a mighty long time. Especially when it comes to

  1. putting up with someone else’s shit and
  2. being on your best behavior.

Think about it—”For better or worse, till death do you part.” After two trips down that aisle, I figure I’d better stop lying to these fools as well as myself. Getting married is easy. It’s BEING married that’s hard.

Often times when we think about marriage, we think about all the good stuff: having a companion, splitting bills, having children, live in sex, bigger tax returns, _____________ (feel free to add your own bullshit reason that I didn’t include.) The “better.” But rarely do we ever take time to consider the “worse.” We just assume that whatever it is, we can handle it. We’re going to make it. That’s cute. It really is. Because that’s how it SHOULD be. You should be able to rest assured in your faith and hope in your higher power that love will be all you need. After all, it IS the greatest of those three, isn’t it? But as you keep living, you begin to see that how life SHOULD be isn’t always how it IS. Sometimes feelings change or lines are crossed and egregious transgressions occur. What do you do now?

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeit. I bounce. *cocks head to the side* What? You thought I was about to go Iyanla on you, beloved? Nah. Not hardly. See, I’ve been there, done that. Had my passport stamped and am cool on ever returning. I don’t have time for more “tests and trials” to make me “strong.” Love is supposed to be my refuge from the storms of life. If my union is incapable of providing the solace necessary to weather them, what is the real point? See…I told you I think too much. But I can’t stop, won’t stop. So I’ll just remain #unchose. 😉