When I joined Facebook in…oh, I think February, I set two rules for myself. Rule #1: If I was going to cave and join this time sucking social network that I had been against for so long, I was going to make sure that I had more “Friends” than my husband. Because something is not worth doing if you can’t be better at it than the person you share your life with. Rule #2: I would not be “Friends” with anyone who I work with, and I would not seek out people who I know that also work for Starbucks, but if they found me, and requested my “Friendship”, and they did not work for me directly I would consider the request. Rule #2 has caused me great difficulty in fulfilling Rule #1. The employees who work at my store know of my rules, and therefore have not requested to be my “Friend”. That, and the fact that they may have realized as I have that if we are “Friends” they would not be able to say whatever they want about what an awful boss I am. And let’s face it, I want to go on thinking that they think that working for me is the sweetest gig they ever landed. Up until a few weeks ago the Facebook lives of my employees and I never intersected. That was until one of them popped up as someone that I should be “Friends” with. I also came up on her page. Not because we both work for Starbucks, but because we both went to Long Beach State. I brought it up to her, and we both thought it was funny. Well tonight I got my first friend request from someone from Starbucks. A former employee of mine who actually works at the store down the street now. I accepted her request, and I wonder what will unfold now in the world of Facebook/Starbucks connections.
So my question is this: If you are on Facebook, how do you draw the line with who you will be “Friends” with, or is there a line at all?
There are certain movies and television shows that make me wish that I could do or be whatever it is that I am watching. For example “Gone In 60 Seconds” makes me want to steal cars, “Days Of Thunder” makes me want to race cars, “Footloose” makes me want to go back to my old high school and tell all of the teachers “See, I danced in high school and I didn’t get pregnant”, and “So You Think You Can Dance” makes me want to be a dancer. Now let’s face it, I am way too old to be trying out for that show. Not to mention too clumsy, and not nearly bendy enough. In fact I think I was actually destined to not be a dancer due to the fact that my mom told me that when she was going to sign me up for dance classes when I was little I asked if I would have to do the same thing as everyone else in the class. She told me yes, and I said that if that was the case I didn’t want to take dance lessons. I took bowling lessons instead, and have lots of plaques to show for it. I now however can’t even come close to matching my high score when I was 11. So tonight I watched “So You Think You Can Dance” while stretching and pointing my toes, and living vicariously through the young people on that stage.
