Some people.
They’re grabbers.
LinkedIn.
I quite like LinkedIn these days.
Now I have worked out what it is.
It’s actually a really great way of connecting to a new tribe.
People you can help.
By sharing your ups and your downs and useful little things that may just make their lives better.
Downside.
On the downside, LinkedIn is for the moaners.
And the chest-beaters.
It’s OK.
We can sidestep them.
But it is also home to The Grabbers.
The Grabbers.
Grabbers on LinkedIn appear quite nice at first.
They do come in with a ‘can you help me’ quite quickly, I find.
But that’s OK.
I like to help.
They are not so hot at coming forward to help you, mind.
When you ask for a wee bit of support.
But that’s OK too I guess.
We all get busy.
But over time, the grabbers say:
Ooh. Can I have one?
And:
Hey. That thing I saw you talking about the other day. Can you dig it out for me again. The one about brand. And pop it through to me.
And I tend to find that they don’t actually say:
Thank you.
Instead, they say:
Cheers!
Because, I suppose, it is quicker.
For them.
Linkedin and Car Drivers.
The problem with LinkedIn is the same problem I observe with some car drivers.
Car drivers, for some reason, seem to think that when people are in their way, they can shout things like:
You bastard!
Or:
What the fucking fuck?!
Blurted from the most aggressive and nasty face they can muster.
If they were in the street of course.
They’d not do this.
Because the car-shouters tend to be quite cowardly when face-to-face I find.
And if they chose the same approach as the adopted from the safety of their cars.
They’d have their nose bloodied.
And quite right too.
It’s similar with LinkedIn.
If I were face-to-face with any reasonable businesswoman or man I’d expect (something like):
Hello. How are you?
Great!
Me too.
So what’s happening?
Actually…
You know what.
I was thinking about you just the other day.
I saw this great new book.
I’ll write it down for you.
Here.
I have a pen…
And I’d not expect:
Hey.
I hear you have a discount code.
Can I have one.
Cheers.
Bye.
It may be just me.
But that’s OK.
They are real.
The Grabbers.
And I wish that they weren’t.
Grabbers…
I just don’t like them.
