Monday, July 30, 2012

You Have to Know Your Audience

In part one billion of Technology is a Bitch, we'll be discussing ways in which technology is um... a bitch. Okay, that's not true. I'll basically be talking about the awesome text message I got today!

Daughter: Mom lets me ride with her today only to tell me AT 4 that she has to work until 5. (insert insult here)

Me: Yep. That's how I am alright. All day. Every day.

Daughter: Mom lets me ride with her today only to tell me AT 4 that she has to work until 5. (insert insult here)

Me: Yep, got it the first time.

Daughter: Sorry, was responding to Zach as to why I can't nap. Didn't want you to get the wrong idea.

Me: Wrong idea? Tell him your mom doesn't charge you for gas. Whatever. I don't care really. Say what you want, but send it to the right person next time. Third time's a charm.

Radio Silence

She works in my office. She rides to work in my car. I went to work early today so she could be there on time when I could have slept in. I have stayed late the days she has to work later than me. I do not charge her for gas. She does not volunteer to drive (EVER). These things are all good and fine. I actually found the whole thing to be quite entertaining.

I should mention that this morning she woke me early to ask if she could ride to work with me. I told her I might have to work late, but I'd just take an early out on Friday. Here's my concern. I think she might have some mild form of brain damage. I don't take that lightly. I might have to have her checked out. Let's examine.

1. She sent the text to the wrong person TWICE.
2. She obviously doesn't understand what "getting the wrong idea" entails.
3. She has memory loss.
4. This is not the first time she's sent me texts about me.

This lapse in judgment is not new. For the most part we have a very good relationship, but during her Freshman year of high school, back when she only had a MySpace account, a similar situation occurred. After a particularly shocking and horrifying fall in her grades, I grounded her from all outside fun until she could pull the grades back up. Now, I'm all about being able to express yourself in writing if you feel you cannot vocalize, but you have to know who you're talking to.

I walked into the office and sat down at the shared home computer. There on the screen was a MySpace post (not a message) explaining why she would be unable to go out for the weekend. The post contained every insult known to man including all the vocabulary you might expect from a drunken sailor. All of that was directed at me. If I recall, it went something like, "F***ing B***h is always up my Mother f***ing a**. She is a _____ ______ ______ and she's f***ing lucky I don't _____ and _____. If she thinks this is as bad as it can be she's got another f***ing thing coming...." and so on and so forth. There were promises to rebel and all the typical teenage stuff. I was cool with it, except that it was on MySpace, and that account had family and friends linked to it.

That's the sort of mom I am. The concerned sort. I don't want to spoil her fun, but you have to know better than to bite the hand that feeds you, steers the car in traffic, and keeps the water turned on to your portion of the house. You really do have to know your audience.

Have you ever received a text or email ABOUT you that was meant for someone else? 

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