social media, Twitter, Uncategorized, writing

Extraterrestrial – A LiveTweet

Actress Brittany Allen covered in alien goo, a screenshot from 'Extraterrestrial'
“Why couldn’t I have been in ET: The Extraterrestrial instead?!”

A while ago, I saw the trailer for a B-movie style flick called Extraterrestrial. It looked like it might be a fun diversion for a couple of hours, so I stored the title in my memory and got on with my life.

After discovering that you can buy BluRays from CeX from 50p (I’m a sucker for a bargain bin, I make no apologies), I thought I’d splurge on it and give it a try. I fired it up yesterday and decided I’d ‘treat’ Twitter to a running commentary of my thoughts on it.

Make no mistake, I enjoyed watching it. I like bad movies, movies that showed promise but failed to live up to it. This could have been a superb film, but there were several bum notes that just left me cold. There’s one moment when they enter a scene so late (for comedy ‘say-one-thing-then-cut-to-a-shot-of-the-opposite-thing-happening’ value) that it made no sense at all and I had to go back a scene and rewatch it to make sure I hadn’t sat in the controller and skipped ahead with my buttocks.

But for all its flaws, it had good moments, and it’s worth remembering just how difficult it is to make a movie, let alone a good one. They did well with what they had, and I might even watch it again one day.

I’ve included my tweets below for any who don’t follow me on Twitter and are interested in my thoughts (you weird buggers). Feel free to follow me over there if you like!

I was going to complain about Storify no longer being a thing, but it turns out WordPress has an ‘Insert Tweet’ function, so that’s all worked out then. It doesn’t seem to handle threaded tweets well, mind, unless I’m just an idiot who can’t work out how to use it properly. Either way, I apologise for the weird formatting in the tweets below.

It’s still better than what I did last night, which is embed every tweet individually, which ended up looking more like quotes than tweets. Blogging is hard, people. Blogging is hard.

Beware mild spoilers – I tried to keep it context-free as much as possible because someone may actually want to watch this, and there’s no need to be a dick.

social media, the internet, work

Hullo, My Name is Sam, How Can I Help You?

I work in a call centre.

“Aha,” I hear you say, rubbing your hands together in anticipation, “this is where you gift us with hilarious anecdotes of amusing calls and teeth-grindingly awful callers!”

Well, no. Sorry. I hate to disappoint, but that’s not going to happen.

We live in a digital age, an age where’s it’s increasingly easy to track one’s cyber-movements and find out their opinions on anything and everything. ¬†Social networks like Facebook and Twitter make us easier to find, easier to judge.

There are plenty of instances kicking about on the internet of people¬†finding themselves out of a job¬†due to online¬†indiscretions. People moaning about their jobs, their colleagues, the customers. ¬†People have been dissatisfied with their jobs ever since the first neanderthal glanced over at the second and said “Do you fancy sweeping out my cave if I give you this shiny pebble?”. Lately, though, it has become a lot easier for the consequences of such venting sessions to catch up with the wayward employees.

When you enter employment, you enter into a contract with your employers. You’re expected to behave in a certain way, a way that that doesn’t impact on the company’s reputation. You’re an ambassador. And just as you’re expected to behave yourself if you’re out and about in your company’s uniform, you’re expected to behave yourself if you mention company business online.

This is why I won’t be talking about work on this blog if I can help it. I like having a job, and I like the people I work with. I won’t pretend it’s all sunshine and roses and picnics by the sea. ¬†I’ll just do my best not to mention it. I post links to this blog on Facebook. On Facebook, I have the company name listed under ’employers’. So, it wouldn’t take a massive leap (nor, I presume, heaps of research) to connect any unwise whining on here about work with my workplace and from there to the clients that hire us.

It’s partly about covering myself. It’s partly about respect for the professional relationship between employer and employee. But it’s mostly about trying not make an arse out of myself and ending up on a site like Failbook.