Little bird
I can’t help but be fascinated at the shenanigans over at Twitter.
First of all Musk buys it for a sum that is frankly insane. I actually thought it was a joke at first but then realised that Musk is just a little unbalanced.
Then he decides to cut his workforce a bit. So without any warning he locks some people out of their work accounts and sends a load more staff an email.
Obviously that wasn’t enough for him as his next move is to send those who survived the first onslaught a mail telling them they have 24 hours to make a simple decision – quit or be prepared to work harder than they have ever worked before. He even gave them a handy little web page where they had to tick the correct box to show what they decided. Anyone who didn’t check either box loses their job.
Having reduced his remaining workforce to quivering nervous wrecks he then just locks all his offices apparently because he is scared that the remaining staff will sabotage the company as they are leaving in their droves.
Now he is sitting there amongst the ashes and rubble with a smile on his face saying he is “not super worried“?
I joined Twitter back in 2008, not because I was keen to “tweet” but simply because I was curious. It was originally touted as “micro blogging”, but if “blogging” is akin to writing a public book, then Twitter was akin to scrawling a few words on a toilet wall. If I have anything of importance to say I’ll do it here, or if it’s directed at specific people I’ll do it by mail or text.
I have now abandoned Twitter and have chosen to experiment with Mastodon. Apparently it’s creaking under the strain as the hoards migrate from Twitter. I joined it for the same reason as before – curiosity. I have set this site to post a notice on Mastodon when I publish here. Whether I “toot” [the equivalent of “tweet”? *sigh*] or not remains to be seen. It looks a little better organised anyway.
In the meantime, here’s a wee catchy tune to calm the mind.
I thought its title was appropriate?