For the past two years I was anti-Face Book because I had a few bad experiences, but now I’m back on to help promote my upcoming book, as well as my business (which I tried to do with a regular business page, but I’m getting more positive feedback with a regular account — I think just like old school businesses, people prefer the personal touch).
So, in just two days, I reconnected with some old friends, made some new ones and generated some interest for my upcoming book, “On the Guest List.”
Being on Face Book again reminded me of why I loved it to begin with. It really brings you closer to some people, then the next time you see them it’s extra awesome. I love that I can help promote my friends and their talents along the way. It’s just a great trip to be on.
And no matter how professional you try to be, there’s always a funny story to tell — past and present.
When I first signed on, the name of this guy I never met before in my life (and lives halfway around the world) showed up as suggested people I know. I didn’t know the guy AT ALL.
Turned out, he put that he worked at my home-based business, Pear Tree Enterprises.
I was like, “WHOA!” He never worked here, this is just a one-man show — ME!
Only once in my life did I have to hire help for a huge website project and it wasn’t him.
And mind you, this dude gave himself a pretty big title too. At first I was annoyed. But my second thought was, okay, actually this makes me look pretty darn good. I wish I could hire someone and pay them enough for a prestigious title but if he wants to be a liar, it only makes me look better until people become the wiser. It’s a win/win for now.
A few years ago I had an idea for a start-up online magazine. I had quite a few people interested in working with me: artists, web designers, etc. that were willing to work for free until we got advertising.
Then I got insanely busy and put the project on the back-burner.
A few months later, out of the blue, a girl contacted me and asked if she could write for the magazine. I told her it wasn’t happening. She bitched me out in an email, calling me every name in the book because she was ready to write.
My husband said, “How can she write for a magazine that doesn’t exist?”
Yeah, BINGO … but I couldn’t tell her that, she was wishing me death! Scary, but funny at the same time. (She’s one of the reasons I gave up on Face Book first time around).
My friend Margo is the salt of the earth and I love her to death.
I used to have this Face Book page called “Maryanne’s Jukebox” and had quite a following. I allowed everyone to post songs. Margo loves Alice Cooper and I posted “Go to Hell” by Alice Cooper for her and wrote, “This one’s for Margo.”
All of a sudden, I got all these emails from friends saying, “What happened with Margo?!”
They thought I was mad at her and telling her to “go to hell.” – And that was the FURTHEST from the truth!
So let’s see what other funny adventures happen in cyber land as I re-build my network.