What worries me, though, are the ones who simply moved on to the next hotel on Google because they read a "Bad Place to Stay" title without wasting the 4 seconds it would take to see it was bogus. Those people are lost forever...
Ahh heck, last I checked there was still a bat-**** crazy guy in the UK who had a website dedicated to one of my rants where I told him after over a year of him publicly berating the volunteers in a volunteer organization I did some work for, to go pound sand. (I wasn't that nice about it either.)
He tailored the website to make it look as if he'd done nothing wrong and titled it with my name. Called me "Nasty Nate" to anyone who would listen. For all I know, he still does.
For a long time it was the fourth Google hit if you looked me up.
I'm sure in this PC world, someone would see it and I'd not get a job offer over it, without so much as even asking me my side of the story, or something equally stupid.
I kept the e-mails and all of the insanity documentation and shared the file with anyone who asked, and added the disclaimer that not a single word of the full version I had was edited. My words are my own. I own up to any stupid stuff I say.
I got tons of private e-mail stating that I wasn't the first to run across this weenie, and plenty of non-public behind the scenes support for the "go away" message.
In all, I found it mildly amusing and flattering that I could **** off a Brit psycho from halfway around the globe to the point where he attempted to contact my boss and "warn" him about me. My boss laughed his butt off and said he had someone try to do the same thing to him. I was livid. Jerk messes with me, that's one thing. Mess with my livelihood over an Internet argument about a hobby, the gloves came off.
I posted the entire thing, private e-mails and all. People were agast at the abuse the volunteers had privately taken from this idiot for a year.
I started showing friends the website and found out that they thought it was even funnier than I did. I was mildly amused and a little worried about it. They guffawed and doubled-over laughing. Made me much happier about the whole thing.
Internet reputations aren't reality, I guess is my point. In one UK wack-job's opinion, I'm a terrible person because I was tired of his complaining about something he didn't build nor had the motivation to fix himself. He just wanted attention, but was affecting the motivation of an all-volunteer team.
As you might imagine, one of my pet peeves is whining about volunteers who do something for you -- for free -- in their spare time. No tolerance for that at all. I flame-broiled the dude, and I'd do it again.
He'd still post his little "I hate Nate" website. Fine by me. If someone wouldn't come to me and ask me what happened if they saw it, they'd never have been my friend or business associate anyway.
All these folks who worry about their Internet "image" kill me. All it takes is one psycho to say you're evil on the Internet. You can't control it.