In anticipation of the potential backlash that I already feel creeping up on me, yes, I know I am lucky to have a job and not be one of the millions of unemployed folks who are out there. I am grateful for my job. I was also grateful for my baby teeth…doesn’t mean I can’t upgrade.
So, as of late, I have been doing many of the things that one is advised to do when on the hunt for sparkly new employ. I updated my resume. I routinely troll the job boards, both general and specialized. I’ve been chatting with folks who might have an IN to throw my way. You know, the standard MO.
But hold up friends, this is the modern age! The age where the internet can make or break you. And really, ::points back at the archives:: I’m thinking I’m probably more in the “Break” category. So I’ve also been doing things like restricting access to my social networking pages and closing accounts for stuff online I don’t (or never did) use. As part of this process, today I decided to Google search my name as if I were a potential HR person trying to discover if the job candidate is a total whacko. Here’s what I found…
I have been fairly effective in keeping my online gallivanting contained. Neither my twitter nor
The poem is straight garbage (much like the second verse). This should not be surprising. I can own its craptacularity. I submitted it to a contest because, at the time, I fancied myself a poet. Go ahead and judge, but if you do it means I get to mock you for your misconceptions at 13.
The book review, while rather benign and positive, is problematic on two counts. One is that the book discussed religion so the review was quoted on a bunch of anti-religious communities. But hey, whatever. I read it and put my opinion of the writing out there. For me the more troubling issue is the second one. There is a typo in it.
…maybe I should have bought the Mavis Beacon cd after all.