Now get off your high horse because I bet you are as well. Or your spouse is. Here’s my most recent pretexting sin: Ordering a free credit report for my husband. It was easy. I know his social security number. I know his mother’s maiden name. I know how much each of our financial obligations are and I download all credit card activity into Quicken regularly (he would say, obsessively), so any question Experian can come up with, I can answer it.
Of course, after ordering the report, I printed it out and showed it to him at dinner. Nothing sinister going on here. Honest. (Although we do joke that since I pay all the bills I could easily have 37 maxed out credit cards and he would never know.)(I don’t, by the way.)
But, I’m done confessing my sins, let’s talk about HPs.
Private phone records were obtained through deception, among other things. Why? Because chairwoman Patricia Dunn wanted to know who was guilty of leaking information.
I don’t pretend to be an expert on such things. But here is Evil HR Lady’s advice for HP. If you will be embarrassed when what you are doing is made public, do not do it.
There. Isn’t that easy? I don’t care how much you want to know something. Use above board methods to find out.
The difference in my pretexting adventures and HPs? I don’t care if mine get splashed on the front page of the New York Times.