Rage against the machine

According to this article, The New York Times reports that 45 percent of employers questioned in a Harris Poll said they checked social networking sites before making hiring decisions. And 35 percent of employers using Internet research in the screening process decided not to hire a candidate based on what they found there.

Hold on, pump the brakes.

Almost 50 percent of employers creep on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, etc. to check out potential employees and them make 'informed' decisions about potential employees based on their findings?  Without even meeting them first?

I don't know if it's the fact that I didn't get a cup of coffee this morning, or if it is because I'm still sore from my first yoga experience two days ago, but this outraged me.

I have long since adhered the 'Take Me As I Am' philosophy: if you have a problem with the way I choose to spend my time outside of the workplace then I'll pass on the opportunity.  I have far too much to do, see, and learn to waste my time worrying about your opinion.  Yes, this is potentially naive as well as harmful, but I cannot justify trying to hide my true self for the sake of an employer's satisfaction.

Is there a single company that not only understands that people have lives outside of their offices/encourages such things?  Have we become so subservient to our paycheck that we are willing to compromise ourselves?

Sure, there are things I could/should delete off Facebook and Twitter, but doing so would be cheating, at least to me.  To deny the fact that I used to play beer pong and sing karaoke on Thursday nights would be lying.  Why should I erase part of my identity so I can 'fit in' to your idea of an ideal candidate?

Those photos/posts/etc. don't tell you about my tremendous character, my loyalty, my sense of humor, my work ethic, my creative thinking.  You will, however, see me making poor fashion choices and possible horrible hair days.

I work hard.  I live life.  I refuse to change for anyone but myself.

Am I alone in this 'radical' way of thinking?

Is the future creating an employer-friendly Facebook/Twitter while also maintaining a 'real' one?  That sounds like an awful lot of work to me.  How long before those lines become blurred and you no longer remember which identity is truly yours?

I know you're out there, dream employer.  I know you will look passed the short bangs and smudged eyeliner to see my potential.  I can't wait to show you everything I have to offer; I have a feeling you are going to be blown away.

Possible motto

I get up every morning determined both to change the world and to have one hell of a good time. This makes planning the day difficult.   

E.B. White

Kafka II

I am sad to report that Kafka is no longer with us.  I did the best I could; I watered him every few days (when I remembered) and put him in indirect sunlight (just like he wanted!) but he has crossed over.

I made the mistake of telling everyone at my apartment for a birthday celebration not to touch Kafka upon arrival.  "HEED THESE WORDS: DO NOT touch his leaves!  I know they are beautiful but RIFE with POISON!  If you touch your mouth and sap is on your fingers your throat will close up and you will lose your ability to speak!"  After that all they wanted to do was touch it/get other people to touch it.  They would lure new arrivals into the kitchen and remark on how beautiful the leaves were, they look so soft and glossy, would you like to touch them? Boys. 

After the birthday party started to wind down several gentleman, white knights really, decided it was time to get rid of the Death Plant.  My last memory of Kafka is a blur of t-shirts and jeans as the sound of muffled laughter carried him down the stairwell, through the door, and into the great black night.  The best friend turned to me, sadness visible on her face and stated, "You have never been able to keep a plant alive.  Not one."  The knights returned from battle, satisfied in slaying the Dieffenbchia dragon, giant grins on their faces.  When I asked where he was taken, they relied, "We saved your life tonight."

Wherever you are Kafka, I hope you are in indirect sunlight and being watered every few days.

Although you are gone, you did not die in vain.  If it wasn't for you, there is a strong possibility that all the dogs at the Anderson pound would be roaming the streets and all of us would have suffered through a karaoke rendition of "Who Let The Dogs Out."

Rest in Peace.  I am sorry you fell victim to Black Thumb Beatty.