… faux pas
My partner’s dad is staying over, and I work from home – usually sitting at the dining room table. This afternoon after lunch he fell asleep on the sofa and snored on and off for an hour. I decided to facebook that “working from home is great, except when your ‘father-in-law falls asleep on the sofa and snores’.
Anyway, then he wakes up and walks over to our study and sits at my pc where my facebook is the default page on firefox. So, I Skype my partner sitting next to him to tell him, and he replies “[16:28:18] Him: ypou know your skupe is open on that pc also”
I frantically hit ‘remove post’ a bazillion times, and this is one of those times that facebook decides to take an eternity to do anything, but by which time it’s too late anyway and my furious mouse clicking is futile. I then nonchanantly walk over, you know arms swinging around trying to exude ‘I’m not guilty’ vibes, to the study and greet them ‘so what you are you up to?’ and make up some bullshit story that I need to close down Skype as it causes delay when it’s opened on two pc’s. Oh my god – I’m seriously crap at cover up.
Friggin’ facebook compulsion. I hate you.
