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Unprofessional behavior!!

I just went on to the American Expats forum I belong to that I mentioned yesterday and I can't believe what I saw...
As I mentioned yesterday, there was a post left about my blog on the site. A really nice post that actually made my day. Today, I went to see the activity of that post and saw a response left by the girl that runs the site, claiming that me and the girl that left it the post, share the same IP address! Stating and I quote - " Why are you posting using the ***** account and your own account? The ip addresses are the same" She didn't ask if I was posting with two different accounts she asked why I was - accusing me of being dishonest in a very public forum.
1st of all - unless my husband left the post, which I highly doubt - it's just NOT true! 2nd - I'm a tech and used to be a network administrator! I know how the forums work, and would never do such a thing knowing full well I'd be found out! Not to mention that it's not in my nature to pat myself on the back or to be so deceitful!
What I can't believe is that this girl would be so horribly unprofessional! Here are the facts - either she didn't like something about the post and became malicious (not a real stretch of the imagination when talking about women) or my husband did leave the post as a way to make me feel good about what I'm trying to accomplish (which I HIGHLY doubt, but I'll discuss it with him tonight). What ever the case, it's highly unprofessional for her to post such a thing on a public forum insinuating that it was ME who left the post! If she suspected me of anything she could have contacted me privately to get the facts. I'm just shocked by this behavior from someone who is making money from this site! Yes, I PAID for my membership to that forum! I'm disgusted! I joined that forum to connect with people in the same situation as me. I joined it to try and meet people not be slandered and upset!


Comments on this topic are now closed and will not be accepted - good or bad - I have had enough for one day.
Thank you.

Comments

Mindy said…
Er, I'm sorry you're having such a bad day. I read today's *entry. Please don't let it get to you. They're strangers and don't matter. Keep your chin up.
Min :)
Erren said…
Thanks Min. You're right. I'm just missing my friends. A different day and maybe it wouldn't have bothered me so much. I guess I've just been feeling lonely and I didn't expect such garbage from fellow expats.
When I said on the forum that I wasn't going to use it anymore, one of the moderators said and 'Don't let the door hit you on the way out dear' She's really professional too! I printed it in anger thinking I'd use it to get my money back, but I decided they aren't worth it. I'll feel better when I get to talk to Wayne tonight. They moved the post to a non public area so I'll get over it.
I'm just not myself lately. I don't let petty things get to me. It's not the first time I've been bothered by people on there, but it's never ruined my day before.
Erren said…
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