I googled my name. I found too many social networking sites with my real name on it and if you were to go to one of those and look close it wouldn't take you long to figure out I'm a non-conformist dyke punk liberal.
Not good for the deep south. I think that is what happened with the job at the jail ...and also perhaps Books-A-Million.
I think employers google names now. I think it's quite feasible they have access to the sites without logging in. Call me paranoid but I feel better getting as many of the google listings under my name deactivated as possible.
Also, my sister has been reading my facebook and using it as a snoop tool. She is totally passive-aggressive and I truly prefer her to get her info ABOUT me FROM me.
There is still a harmful google listing...something I signed a while ago that says DYKESPACE and has my name as big as hell, I signed some stupid petition and it's listed on the internet. Fortunately it's on the second page. I hope I can dodge that bullet.
I pray and light candles and beg the universe to help me get to a place where I can be myself and not worry about being able to get hired by a decent employer without them snooping on the internet about me.
It's sickening...
In other news, yesterday was my ninety days sober date. I forgot about it entirely because I bought myself a BlackJack II and was checking it out all night. I guess I bought myself that phone as a treat and a well-deserved one. Nine months sober in the worst job I've had in a long long time.
and part of that nine months living with my sister on her couch; oh how I'm glad that part is over.
My big thing now is figuring out how to put applications on my new phone. Also I need to get a bigger memory card.
Looks like I'm in for a trip to the A T & T store. the moment my sister knows I have the blackjack she's going to want my old RAzr.
I kind of don't want to give it to her ... I want to keep it just in case. what if the blackjack dies? she has a house phone to fall back on, I don't...
Well, we'll see.
Good lord I know I can't really afford to have a blackjack and a media package... but it's not like I go out much or eat out or buy much of anything at all other than food.
I needed some fun, and the blackjack is fun.
met with my sponsor tonight, then stopped at Krispy Kreme to redeem my free donut. Glazed Crueller. yum.
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1 comment:
I hear you about needing to treat yourself occasionally. My thoughts on it are more often than occasionally, because who better is there to tell you that you are worthy of such things than yourself, right?
As far as people finding information about a person online goes, hey, we put ourselves out there to be found by like minds and hearts. We could always stick to pseudonyms to protect our identity from unwanted notice, but the urge to be truthful about who we are and be accepted for it runs much deeper than our need to hide ourselves.
... crullers are my favorite too. :)
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