The job interview

You're sitting across from the recruiter. Good suit, strong CV, calm voice. She smiles, opens her folder — and puts a printout on the table.

It's a photo. Your photo.

New Year's Eve 2018, three in the morning, you with a beer in one hand and your middle finger pointed at the camera. Next to it, a tweet from 2020: "My boss is the biggest idiot the human race has ever produced."

"But that's just private," you think. "That was years ago."

The recruiter taps the tweet.

"We were wondering how you'd be talking about us in two years."

You'd forgotten the photo. The tweet was set to "followers only" — you thought. The screenshot came out of a Google image search an old colleague ran on your name.

The internet doesn't forget. But you can steer what it knows about you.