Sunday, 10 May 2015

A To-Do Awaits you..


Was talking to a friend the other day about the amount of information we share online and how our data is sold to companies when we accept ‘cookies.’ How can someone reject cookies? This is the kind of word that makes us smile, it is embedded in our brains, we want more cookies (with hot chocolate preferably). Whoever came up with the idea of calling the data collection ‘cookies’ is a pretty smart person,(and probably fat)!

We have a new platform at work that apparently contains all our data. I had no interest in exploring it until my boss said that I should check if the salary information was correct. Dirty trick as that made me look at all the other tabs and review my information, which I am pretty sure it was her objective.

For some reason my profile was showing my marital status. I clicked there and searched for the option ‘none of your business’, but there wasn't such an option so I left it blank. 
A couple of minutes later the ‘smart’ platform sent me an email: ‘A To-Do Awaits you: Provide supporting documents for your personal data change request’

What??? WTF? That's a bit offensive! 


Is there a single certificate out there? 

Artificial intelligence isn't always that intelligent and neither is predictive texting. 
My phone is a bloody prude who can't spell f***ing so I end up with duckling which hinders the message and when I write my name ‘he’ autocorrects  it to Abs or Bob...nice!  







Monday, 4 May 2015

Thanks for giving her some food, and thanks for the message, made my day!

Last night as I was exiting my neighbour’s lift I noticed a poster of a missing cat and immediately recognised the kitty in the picture as the regular furry legged creature that visits my patio for a pet any odd day.
This afternoon while de-weeding the garden, the kitty showed up, I could sense he was hungry (he never asked for food before) so I fed him some Portuguese gourmet tuna (that was the only fishy thing I had in the cupboard). While he was having lunch I took a picture of his cute figure and send it to the number on the ad. 
                                          An hour later the person who posted the ad replies.


                                                       2 hours later my flatmate texts:
I guess we have just inherited a Kitty!...it's a girl