Faceless no more

This is the way things go with me.

It starts with a conversation. I had a spur of the moment job interview a few weeks ago for a web writer position. I have applied for a few jobs here and there and this one interested me. We discussed social networking. The interviewer mentioned that the company had a facebook page but nothing else. I thought that was interesting. I did a little research, and later when I submitted my writing sample, I mentioned that he needed to saturate the SMS sphere a little more and gave him a few suggestions.

Coupled with the fact that I finished up my women and technology article at the part-time gig and you can see where this is headed.

So I signed up for a facebook page.

Little did I know this devious, ridiculous program would infiltrate my e-mail account and send a stupid post of my fat little cheeks asking everyone to be my "friend."

I am mortified.

There are business as well as personal e-mail in that account, including a very high-ranking director of the yet-to-be-named tax preparation company. Someone I was hoping would pay me large sums of money to put out equally large amounts of copy this summer.

Oh. Good. God.

I have no one to blame but myself, obviously. First I myspaced to more effectively stalk Chris Cornell. Then I twittered. Why? No one really knows. And now I have a face. If I create a wiki entry about myself, you have permission to punch me in the face.

No seriously, do it. I beg of you.