As I was writing that last post, I got wrapped up in something goofy. Someone's trying to scam me.
Last week I got a request through indeed.ca from a “Mimi S. Ng,” asking me if I was interested in a position with "CEDA International Corporation." A lazy man's google search tells me that it's legit, but they're in Calgary. That's cool. I click "Yes."
Now, I can't say what happens next was connected to that for sure, but the email I got lead me to think that it was.
This morning I get an email from “Donald Winters.” Fantastic name; I picture a Donald Sutherland type in a nice, navy-blue sweater with a tan blazer over top. He’s kind of sexy, but in a Professor Dad type of way. The content of the email smashed these preconceived notions to smithereens.
No line breaks, weird language gaffs, and an odd request in general. I smelt tuna, so I kind of probed with my reply. Correspondence with a side of shade, please.
Ever professional, my new friend Donald replies very diplomatically, as the President of the 13 Districts would.
I’m not opening those documents, fuck that. I tried to do more digging on google, but it turns out I didn’t have to even try. Google “Bilink Logistics” and the fifth or sixth result is a thread from reddit.com/r/Calgary posted by a kid asking about the exact same email I received. Ol’ Donnie’s even namechecked near the bottom of the comments.
This is the post:
I’m going through this thing, pushed on to me by my wife (thank god), where I dismiss my initial thoughts of someone. I’m horrible for this, and a lot of my friends would agree with me, even if it’s not to my face. Steph finally called me out on it, and I had to agree with her; I actually am the worst for judging people by sight, or on small interactions. I allow it to colour my entire view of them, and usually miss out on great relationships with great people because I’m a dick.
So, being that I have an odd sense of intimacy with Donald here (completely fake and projected), I decided to try to appeal to him as a human, while rejecting his scam.
I haven’t sent it yet. To be honest, I’m scared of a cyber retaliation from a petty stranger. It might sit in my drafts forever, but the fact I was able to do this and not just react with a “ooooooh this mother fucker is trying to take advantage of a man who’s down on his luck" reaction and tear him apart bodes well for me. On Twitter, I'm bad for that. Big emotions and the internet don’t mix well, but I think I was able to finally handle myself.
Maybe I am getting somewhere?
Writer, performer, producer and musician from Alberta.