The Onosecond
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
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Ah, the onosecond - I thought it was just making yourself look a twat...
Done the winpopup thing at school years back - to the entire network: "You're all gay".
I'm sure the uber-conservative headmistress wasn't chuffed about that.
There'll be the time I was working down south as an engineer for a rather large pharmaceutical company, when after a particularly torrid day in the manufacturing plant, started to mouth off to my boss about 'how all the jobsworths down that f**king excuse for a production line need to get themselves a brain transplant'. Not clever in an open-plan office, and especially not clever when you've just remember the plant manager has just moved into the office cubicle behind you?
I left soon afterwards.
No apologies for length, girth, or otherwise. I'm almost proud.
( , Fri 27 May 2005, 22:16, Reply)
Done the winpopup thing at school years back - to the entire network: "You're all gay".
I'm sure the uber-conservative headmistress wasn't chuffed about that.
There'll be the time I was working down south as an engineer for a rather large pharmaceutical company, when after a particularly torrid day in the manufacturing plant, started to mouth off to my boss about 'how all the jobsworths down that f**king excuse for a production line need to get themselves a brain transplant'. Not clever in an open-plan office, and especially not clever when you've just remember the plant manager has just moved into the office cubicle behind you?
I left soon afterwards.
No apologies for length, girth, or otherwise. I'm almost proud.
( , Fri 27 May 2005, 22:16, Reply)
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