Getting Rid of Facebook

My first real attempt to get rid of Facebook (or at least my addiction to it) failed miserably. I lasted about an hour. Yep, one whole hour.

It's not as bad as it sounds. It's not like I absolutely couldn't wait to get on there - I had to do it. I know that sounds pretty unlikely, but it's true. You see, I run the group for our local Moms Club. It usually requires 0 work, but today was the last day of the grace period for several old members to renew for the upcoming year. They didn't do it, so I kicked their behinds out of the group and sent out a notice to the secretary to take them off the roster.

Granted, about 5 minutes after I did that, the club's president emailed me to let me know they had told her that they were renewing. I'm the membership person and they didn't say squat to me, so I stand by my decision to follow the rules and kick them the heck out of the group.

I mean really... I sent them 3 reminder emails AND a snail-mail letter (with my own postage, mind you) to let them know that they needed to make a decision. The snail mail letter said if I didn't hear from them by today they would be gone. I didn't hear anything, so they are gone. This isn't high school people - buck up and have a little responsibility. Do what you're supposed to do and if you're not going to, at least go to the right person with your flimsy excuse.