Facebook: Drug of Choice
I was on the train this morning making my grueling commute to class when I noticed something quite phenomenal. From where I was sitting I could see six people viewing their Facebooks from their cell phones. Might I add these people weren’t your typical Facebook enthusiast. They were businessmen and women eagerly finding out whether they’ve been Superpoked or have anything new written on their wall. This humored me quite a bit I must say. The fact that Facebook has grown from a bunch of college kids posting pictures of themselves passed out on the bathroom floor into somewhat of a professional way to network…is quite an evolution.
Just the other day one of my coworkers decided to “Facebook me” and request me as a friend…now this is a problem. I like to separate my horrid job with my social life as much as possible. For those of you who are familiar with Seinfeld, it’s like melding independent George with relationship George. It doesn’t work. I have nothing to hide but when one of my coworkers inquiries about my status everyday (courtesy of the Facebook stalker news feed) the line has crossed. Independent George is crushed.
Interestingly enough employers are even looking at their prospective employee’s Facebook page to get an inside look to know what exactly they are hiring. (Word of the wise, disable tagging.) For those who aren’t aware of this, which I’m sure many are…maybe second guessing posting that photo of you doing a keg stand wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
