For no discernible reason, I finally lifted my boycott on
Friendster. For the past few years, I've openly mocked those who invited me to join. I've denounced those storytellers who recap dramatic reunions at the proverbial hands of Friendster. And, of course, I've outright dismissed those souls who've used the website as a tool to find love.
All that when it was actually cool to use Friendster. Now that it's not, now that it's lame and soooo 2003, I want in. I'm knocking down the doors. I'm taking over this ship. We're setting our course for uncharted waters:
Davester!
I'm not sure what exactly did it.
On a long ride back to New York, fighting traffic with Shawn, I heard yet another tale of Friendster's benefits, but I don't think that it, really. Instead, I think Shawn simply pushed the thought of the web application to the front burner of my head and the next day--out of sheer frustration and boredom--it suddenly became so appealing. You see, yesterday (despite having worked in my new position for the last three-plus months) was the first time I was able to successfully log-in and input my hours into our time management software.
Given that I work within creative services and bill hourly, this is pretty important. So yesterday, somewhere amidst inputting weeks worth on hours on about 25 or 30 different projects, the idea of
creating a Friendster profile sounded very appealing.
Let the mocking begin. I've got it coming, especially from all those who'd invited me in the past. Chances are, I've been jeering you for the last two and a half years.
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