I'm the victim of myself, My own craziness, Randomness

Good morning, my name is Rose and sometimes I do moronic things…

I don’t intend to do stupid things, but sometimes a little bit of stupid catches up with all of us. Particularly me!

I often tell my husband that I need a clone, and perhaps between the two of us we’d manage to have one functioning brain. But as it is, there’s just one of me and yesterday I wasn’t firing on all cylinders.

I have three, yes three Facebook identities. There is the one I created when I first started out as an author. It was just a simple page. At the time, Facebook allowed me to use my page as if it were a person. I could comment on statuses with it. Like other pages. Whatever. I never used it that way, but the option was there. Then, they did some tweaking like they always do and suddenly the only way I could access my page was if I created a persona profile for Rose Gordon. So I did. And from my Rose Gordon the human being profile account, I have a sub account as the page (it sounds confusing, but it’s not actually it is, especially for me, apparently).  Then of course there is my private page where at the end of the day, I can log on and just be me without fear that I’ll say something that will offend people and be ripped to shreds all over the Internet.

Anyway, for my Rose Gordon author page or any “page” out there, administrators of varying levels can be added. This is great because it allow someone to help update my book covers that are on display or fix anything I inadvertently destroy.

Well, I went to add someone to help me better organize the page and make it more user-friendly and just as I finished adding her, I suddenly couldn’t find my page anymore.

I panicked. Yes, I panicked over something as ridiculous as a Facebook page. I have somehow managed to get 490 or so “likes”, which for a person like men, that’s rare and a great feat.

So I typed the page name into the search bar… It was still there, but I couldn’t access it from my profile page.

Then suddenly  I couldn’t do anything on Facebook. My account was locked and I was made to create a new password. When I did, once again, I couldn’t access the back end of my page.

I was so confused that I sent out a half-baked email to several of my author friends, claiming I’d been hacked and kicked off my own page!

Apparently, that was not the case. Facebook kept a log of who’d been the one to remove me as an administrator and the IP address and closest city said it was me! If that’s not convincing enough, there was even a little note in the email I received from FB saying that someone using YOUR OWN DEVICE has deleted you as an admin.

I had no idea it was possible to delete yourself (the creator of the page) from the administrator role, but apparently you can, and in the process of adding her, I deleted myself.

Talk about a humbling moment. Believe me, I’ve had many, many humbling moments in my life, but never quite as shocking as that one. LOL

Fortunately, I had added her before I kicked myself off so she was able to add me back–but not after I had to like my own page. Yes, I had to actually “like” my own page.

In other news, I hit the 26,000 word mark in The Officer and the Bostoner last night and I have another surprise or three that I’ll be announcing in the next week or so!