All names have been changed to protect the guilty
It was 3:00 pm in the afternoon. Five thirsty employees saw it….the sprite…staring them in the face on the top shelf. It was a communal fridge. Each day they saw it…sitting there…unmoved, and unclaimed. Finally, on an especially brutal Friday, the torture continued. At break time, each one of them, silently, reasoned with themselves on why their secret sin would be okay. No one was claiming this pop. Someone else will take it if I don’t. Joe is fat, and I need more. Marci’s a diabetic, and she’s tempted…gotta save her.
Is it any wonder that no one was very compassionate on the day that the temp came back to the plant to work on Thursday? They hadn’t seen her in weeks and frankly, everyone had forgotten about the pop. They didn’t really even know is she still worked there.
Here’s what she said ” the other day, I came into work and found FIFTY CENTS instead of my pop. And I went ‘argh.! I don’t want fifty cents, I want my pop!”
It was almost as bad as they guy who rented a room in a dump I lived in back in my earlier days. Some of the residents were more generous than others. One construction worker treated us all to dinner each night and asked me to cook it. So in some ways, it was like a family. From time to time though, I wondered if anyone had any sense of boundaries. Food would come up missing. The construction worker was out of town and everyone looked to ME to cook HIS food– for them! But it wasn’t my food to cook! They seemed to take for granted that he would WANT us to eat his food….even when he wasn’t there to offer. I guess they thought I had the power to make that call. So weird; didn’t these people know that if you didn’t buy it, it isn’t yours? Finally, one evening, an especially girthful man came out to the kitchen, wolved down a micro michelini tv dinner, and declared, indignantly, “Nice Snack”. I wanted to scream, “Dude, like why don’t you get a job so you don’t have to rely on mommy and daddy dropping off food” but I held my tongue. Finally, one day, everyone’s stress had reached a fevor pitch. I generally avoided the kitchen as everyone would look at me like I was the lady of the house who was starving them. I knew they wanted me to do their dirty work for them but I stood strong. Then, HE came in. Bulging from side to side, the veins bursting on his sweating neck, we all knew it was time to run
“Who stole my meatloaf??????”
If you’ve ever gone into the break room at work and heard someone wailing this, it’s a scene in entertainment you don’t want to miss.
The offended will thrash about like a wild animal screaming explicatives while DEMANDING that the guilty party produces their food. I mean, like what?do they want the thief to get a barf bag and retrieve it?
The funniest thing is the absolute resolute chirp of crickets you hear from the peanut gallery. I mean, people are LOYAL in covering. No one even utters a theory on who MIGHT have done it (I think they’re in cahoots with one another).
And people are shameless with this. When I was a locker room attendant at a health club, workers would grab my health shakes which I sold on the side and slug them down when I turned my back for a moment.
If all of this seems surreal, consider what happens on the World Wide Web. Poor writers rip off content all the time.
Can you blame them? Can you blame the person in the story above who was dehydrating while lusting after that sprite that seemed…abandoned?
Or the hungry person who was eyeing Earl’s meatloaf all week long thinking, “Is this Joker ever going to eat this thing? Or is he done with it all ready”?
I guess in the end, feigned ignorance coupled with hunger and a disdain of waste makes it seem all right.
Reader, have you ever had your content ripped off? I know I have. Once I went on line and discovered that there was a mega site that had posted my beautiful article for my husband’s Business Blog, I was livid. Until. I looked and observed that the telephone number to my husband’s business was intact. Untouched. What? Turns out the webmaster could not speak English…he could only read Asian characters…and had NO IDEA he was promoting my husband’s business.
He was promoting his articles to an English speaking audience, but he couldn’t read English. He was desperate. And while that might not describe most “scrapers”, it is true of many poor writers. There’s all that beautiful content. “I wish I could write like that” “This guy has abandoned his blog…he hasn’t posted in ages” “Anyway, no will know” and, click, the copy and paste forgery begins.
I would like to to tell you that this doesn’t happen, but the better I rank, the more scrapers seem to show up. One day I’ll write an article showing how to shut them down. But in the meantime, I want to talk about content creation.
Whenever you see one of these link farms with scraped content, you can be sure that the person is doing one of three things
a. experiencing low self esteem about their blog
b. has convinced his or herself that they have nothing important to say
c. really believes that they can’t write.
In my series “Blogging Basics” I go into intricate detail on the mechanics of creating a viewable blog and developing fantastic content. If you’ve ever thought
I can’t write
I can’t spell or
My content is boring
Then this is for you. but before I continue pitching it, let me make a suggestion to all the best and worst writers out there…make an outline. Make sub outlines. Fill them in.
Can you do that please? If you write great or naturally, you can still benefit from this tip when thoughts flow too quickly to organize.
And if you think your writing could use some intensive help, Check out my tutorial.
Now (and this is the truth) I’m off to hide the evidence of the quick swipe I made of someone’s stack
(forgive me, family….)
It was talking to me.
You had more steak then I did last night
It isn’t fair anyway, because your older sister is doing her no meat for lent thing and anyway, you all have been hogging all the food.
And I guess I’m not too sorry, but I want you to love me.
Because I’m the one that does the cooking every night.
And buys your snacks which you grab and run away with and anyway, I wanted some quality time with you while we have a stay at home order. And here you all are bonding with me and providing me with content for my website and, well, gee, I know you are learning Karate at the school which is at home now, but could you just maybe, like, get over it
(okay, students, that’s going to be my final example in “self revealing writing” for this season).
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