I’ve been thinking about the exodus of Coody folk, seeking jobs elsewhere before Lioneld Jordan takes office in January. I wonder how successful some of them might have been if their new employers had Googled their names, and seen what some in the public have had to say about them and their job performance.
For example, not to be terribly crass, since it is the day after Christmas, but suppose a potential employer Googled a former Public Information Officer from an unnamed Arkansas city, and found the many negative posts written by members of the public. Might that have hurt the job applicant’s chances?
So essentially, what that means is that bloggers, and people who post on blogs, unwittingly become job references, for good or bad.
More and more, employers are looking at the Internet, which is sparking a lot of debate. Folks are even checking out places like MySpace, and Facebook, to see what you are up to in your spare time.
Those interested in reading about some of these debates can check out:
Quote of the Day
Mark how we realize the beauty and blessing of life itself only in rare, inexplicable moments, and then most keenly. It comes to us like a sudden blare of trumpets in the wind. – J.B. Priestley
Farewell, Harold Pinter
Harold Pinter dead. That’s a lousy way to end Christmas day.
UK playwright Harold Pinter dies
Nobel Prize-winning playwright Harold Pinter, who had cancer, died on Christmas Eve aged 78.
He wrote more than 30 plays including The Caretaker and The Birthday Party. His film scripts include The French Lieutenant’s Woman.
His style was so distinctive, “Pinteresque” entered the Oxford English Dictionary.
His wife, Lady Antonia Fraser, said: “He was a great, and it was a privilege to live with him for over 33 years.”
He had been due to pick up an honorary degree earlier this month from the Central School of Speech and Drama in London but was forced to withdraw due to illness.
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Gotta love a persistent scammer
It seems that from the very first day I got an email account – all the way back in the 20th Century – I have been inundated with email scams. Some have been more interesting than others. Some, like the ones that promise Bill Gates will send you money if you send along a particular piece of email to, oh, something like 157 other people, are just stupid.
But others are more complex. They usually involve moving millions of dollars out of a country, and that they have been given your name as someone they can trust. Yet, oddly enough, they never seem to actually know your name.
Another intriguing thing about such letters is that those writing them always claim to be devout Christians – yet they are trying to get you involved in elaborate financial scams. Go figure. I understand from watching the news, though, that quite a few people every year get conned by these folks, always sending some money to them to grease the wheels, or giving them access to their bank accounts.
Since the invasion of Iraq, a new version has emerged. “Sgt. Robert King” urges folks to check out a BBC News website, and then contact him. It turns out he has some of Saddam Hussein’s money, and would like your help in getting it out of the country.
If you don’t respond, he’ll write back – again and again. This week I got his third letter to me. It read, in part:
I am writing just to share something’s that are on my heart. Always I’m staying in my orations, and my confidence in God. I am trying not to allow this fear and pain subdue my confidence due to this entire transaction.I would never put you in this kind of predicament. However, what I am saying is it is completely unfair to me that after sharing such vital trust and classified information with you, you are not treating me in such a manner. To be very honest with you, I can no longer deal with the fact that you seemingly do not understand what I am going through to see this transaction to this last level.
No it is not your problem that I may lose my life here, court marsshall and the list goes on.
I finally wrote back, suggesting that someone who was actually in the United States military would know how to spell “court martial.” I’ll let you know if the good “sergeant” ends me another email.
Who knows? I may have a new pen pal!