This costume comeON. Daydreaming how to get to wear it…
… walk into the 7-11, full blue leotard on.
“Hi guys! I’m cutting it fine eh, for the start of my 1pm shift! Huh? Why are you looking at me… you didn’t get the call from head office, that I was coming? Huh well I’ll leave you to it, I gotta get out there *turn to eye up costume* because a few weeks ago woaaaah my boss maaaay have busted me oh man, it’s the craziest story okay so, first you have to know how it started…. hey, think I should stretch first? So okay, the story… so I was supposed to be there at 11, but the night before omg this is complicated for how much time wait, what am I saying, I’ll tell ya when I come back *pick up over, waving out the door, “see you soon!”
It preys on emotions, and people’s goodwill.
Don’t feel shy to stop people tailgating you into your work, or any building to which you’ve been trusted with a key. On the phone, be mindful of the privacy level associated with the information that you’re giving out. Like that.
Social engineering is used in online attacks, too.
It’s a friendly & personalized approach… the email is welcoming, calls you by name, references that hazy night out a few weeks back, check out this photo I just found of us, click here…
No, a script pulled your name off a list, some well written copy was added, and then some malware was hidden behind the link, that the email really wants you to click.
If it feels off, say no or don’t click.
And if ever I get to wear the costume, video.
That’s my Blackberry, with a warning all phones should come with.
You’ll never see me allowing anyone to Hotspot off my phone.
So if they’re up to anything shady or illegal, then your name is now linked to it, and recorded in your cel phone provider’s database.
I’m sure you could explain your way out, but why even get into it.
A few months back I was looking out the window, waiting for the plane to take off… oh what’s that?
That’s my suitcase not being loaded on board. Instead, it’s about to be driven away on that little truck.
Oh no. “Excuse me”… “Hello?” By now the truck has started driving away, I stand up “HI LISTEN HI”.
I described what happened, and it was the pilot himself who leaped off the plane and ran after the truck.
It was only then that I started to worry… imagine if I was wrong, and I’d just held up the plane, while the pilot chased someone else’s bag.
But it wasn’t, and he returned with my luggage, and the passengers around me were all, “sharp eye” and “nice catch”. I only felt relief.
VDM – Visual Distinguishing Mark
(as I’ve blogged before, only use TSA approved red diamond locks when travelling)