November 20, 2003
This is David with a bit of an emergency entry. Don’t worry . . . Faustus is fine, and I assume he will continue his suspenseful tale later today. Unless my strategically placed armies succeed in taking over this web log completely, in which case, my dog will be posting about her tea parties with her friends the nighttime squirrels. Which would you really prefer?
Anyway, those of you who read my own blog (and if you don’t, shame on you!) know that I have been searching for an assistant to help me out over the next couple of months. Today, I conducted some interviews, and when I asked one of the applicants if he had any questions, he allowed as to how he did.
“You don’t have a . . . sort of online diary thing, do you?” he asked tentatively.
“Well, yes,” I said, not sure where this was going. “Did you read it?”
“Some of it,” he said. I was worried that he had read the description I posted yesterday of the various resumes I had received, but in fact, he had read something else entirely.
Upon Googling my name, he was led not to everyone’s favorite Upside-down Hippopotamus, but to my guest entries here. And not aware that they were only guest entries, he assumed that this blog, The Search for Love in Manhattan, was my own. And he started reading the entries Faustus made, thinking they were mine.
“I was interested in what you wrote about attending the orgies,” said my prospective employee, “and when you talked about being in a porno movie.”
“Uh, that was not me, that was my good friend,” I said. I tried to explain the difference between Faustus’s blog and my own, but I don’t think he believed me.
So I guess what I’m trying to say here (without Faustus’s permission, as I could not get in touch with him in time to ask if I could post here today) is that if I am interviewing you tomorrow, and you were resourceful enough to find my web log entries here, that is probably a point in your favor. But please do not sit through the entire interview thinking that I am the one who is attending orgies and porn shoots, wondering (or hoping!) if your services are going to be required to help me organize either, because you will only be disappointed in the end.
Posted by Faustus, MD at 01:40 PM
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Comments
1) Paul said (on 11/20/03 at 01:43 PM):
Hmm...that makes me even feel violated. But I think I would have played with the conversation a little more until he broke down in apology for his nosiness.
2) James said (on 11/20/03 at 03:21 PM):
The irony is thick. Stealing people's blog entries, then being confused for another blogger. Maybe there's a lesson here....
3) Zenchick said (on 11/20/03 at 03:30 PM):
totally. Blogging karma.
4) Rekutyn said (on 11/20/03 at 03:38 PM):
I would have just gone with it and told the prospective employee that it was all true and hoped for an interesting response.
5) Dr.Philomena said (on 11/20/03 at 06:32 PM):
All roads to Manhattan lead to Faustus' blog.
6) sam said (on 11/20/03 at 08:33 PM):
HA! Was he trying to hit on you?
7) Wayne said (on 11/21/03 at 10:02 AM):
I think he just want to know where that Orgy is gonna talk place again.
8) OCD said (on 11/21/03 at 10:48 PM):
"... do not sit ... thinking that I am the one who is attending orgies and porn shoots, wondering (or hoping!) if your services are going to be required ... because you will only be disappointed in the end."
That's one hilarious double entendre! Bravo on the fine wording!
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