Awkward Turtle: the Otakon edition
Warning, rant ahead.
The Wednesday night before Otakon, while I was out with gryfeathr and Aliza getting dinner, the following message appeared in some random guy's Facebook inbox:
Hey, I'm from the Otakon singles thread, just wanted to say hi. Only two more days before the con! Are you ready yet? What are you looking forward to most? =D
The problem? The message seems to have been sent from my account. Said unwitting guy replied back with appropriate (I suppose?) excitement about the con, etc., only because of all the cosplay insanity going on that evening, and because a bunch of other people were using my computer until around 5AM that morning (you may recall we all got to bed around 7), I didn't see his replies until several hours later, at which point I assumed my Facebook account had been in some way hacked, and I told him so, as kindly as possible at 5AM on an already very stressful morning. Then I changed my password and did all the other brilliant things Facebook tells you to do when you think you've been hacked, and went on my merry way back to sewing for another two hours or so.
After I woke up at 10 AM, I received a simple "I'm sorry." from the guy, figured that was that, and headed out to do the rest of my pre-Otakon business.
All's well that ends well, right?
Til I get back from work just now to a very long response back from the same guy about how he thinks I'm lying to him and fed him a cop-out story just because he said something in his original responses that I apparently didn't like. Which is, I suppose, a fair assumption, considering this is...well, the internet. Only, it's incredibly frustrating, because I have no way to prove I was telling him the truth in the first place. ARGH.
tl;dr: Life sucks a little bit more today.
Now back to writing.
The Wednesday night before Otakon, while I was out with gryfeathr and Aliza getting dinner, the following message appeared in some random guy's Facebook inbox:
Hey, I'm from the Otakon singles thread, just wanted to say hi. Only two more days before the con! Are you ready yet? What are you looking forward to most? =D
The problem? The message seems to have been sent from my account. Said unwitting guy replied back with appropriate (I suppose?) excitement about the con, etc., only because of all the cosplay insanity going on that evening, and because a bunch of other people were using my computer until around 5AM that morning (you may recall we all got to bed around 7), I didn't see his replies until several hours later, at which point I assumed my Facebook account had been in some way hacked, and I told him so, as kindly as possible at 5AM on an already very stressful morning. Then I changed my password and did all the other brilliant things Facebook tells you to do when you think you've been hacked, and went on my merry way back to sewing for another two hours or so.
After I woke up at 10 AM, I received a simple "I'm sorry." from the guy, figured that was that, and headed out to do the rest of my pre-Otakon business.
All's well that ends well, right?
Til I get back from work just now to a very long response back from the same guy about how he thinks I'm lying to him and fed him a cop-out story just because he said something in his original responses that I apparently didn't like. Which is, I suppose, a fair assumption, considering this is...well, the internet. Only, it's incredibly frustrating, because I have no way to prove I was telling him the truth in the first place. ARGH.
tl;dr: Life sucks a little bit more today.
Now back to writing.