The professional vs personal life facebook struggle
By wild flutterby on October 05, 2013
Professionalism has smacked me in the face this week.
I guess I had this idealistic thought that I could be my crazy, goofy, awkward self in all aspects of my life. My privacy settings on facebook are based on a creepy stalker history and not on deterring future employers. They should appreciate me for me...right?
But will the rest of the world? Facebook puts a person on display, and regardless of how I think of it, I am representing my company, and my profession. Recently I was interviewed on television for work. So I posted the link with a joke about my outfit...and then realized that it showed up on my work's page as well as my personal page. And I struggled. The joke was innocent, had nothing to do with work, but I felt like overall it would take away from the important message of the interview for those who viewed it.
So I changed my post.
The funny joke I wanted to share with my friends was deleted and instead I was a professional representing my company and sharing a message.
And I changed my privacy settings.
In an effort to be more personable at work and to feel less isolated, I finally added coworkers as friends. Which led to volunteers requesting me. And suddenly my "friend" life and my "doctor" life became irrevocably entwined.
Why should this be a problem? Can I still be a respected professional when people see me in a spider costume? Drinking beer? Making ridiculous jokes? Sharing inappropriate memes?
Now the struggle- do I have to change my settings? Create another page? Delete it altogether?
Years ago I made the adult decision not to have a separate family and friend facebook. I want my parents and in-laws to know who I am. I feel that part of being an adult is knowing who you are and being that person. My parents respect me and treat me as an adult. Clearly I don't post anything too ridiculous. I don't do share anything ridiculous. But I am who I am, and that person is not always professional and doesn't always want to be.
What do real adults do?