I've been in pain for the last month. At first, the pain in my hand would come and go. Gradually, the pain moved to my wrist up my arm and eventually to my shoulder. I spend too much time on the computer, there's just no way around it. Between email, blogging, Twitter, Facebook and LinkedIn, my fingers are constantly tap-tapping away.
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The email I received from Gina had a very simple subject line: "Hello." The body of the email was also simple, just a link without any other text. Ugh; spam. I knew immediately what had happened. Somewhere, she had clicked on a malicious link and all of her contacts received the same email.
If you grew up with a mother anything like mine, many of your childhood memories include being shushed and reminded to use your inside voice. We had three voices, but the one we heard the most about was our inside voice. Heaven forbid we might say something too loudly and the neighbors would hear! Little did I know these voices would come in handy when thinking about Twitter.
It had been nagging me for months, though I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was. Things with my work have been going well and keeping me busy, but something didn't feel quite right. I know a lot of people, more than I've ever known at any other time in my life. I spend much of my day connecting with them in one way or another.
I've been doing a lot of speaking lately. It is a huge compliment to receive so many requests. I am grateful for every one and wish I had time to honor all of them. It's funny; I am extremely introverted, but give me a captive audience and a microphone and I'm in heaven. I love public speaking! Go figure.
Have you ever received an email from someone and their signature block seems to run on forever with so many links that the signature is longer than the email itself? Do you do this yourself? Come on, it's okay to admit it, you're among friends.
I finally gave in. I resisted the call to "upgrade" my profile on Facebook. Calling it an "upgrade" didn't fool me. I heard the buzz and read the complaints. Many of those you moved to the new format weren't happy. I knew, though, that my days of being able to remain on the old profile design were numbered. For the last few days, there has been a message at the top of my Facebook homepage,