daily grind: July 2007 Archives

Within the last couple of months I started a new job. The people you work with can always serve as wonderful resources for insight into human behavior and entertaining caricatures. I've always resisted the urge to blog about my job for a few reasons. There are those that would easily be offended if I ever blogged about them - and they found out. For that reason, I've kept this blog to myself and a few select friends that I know understand me.

My anonymity has been kind of important to me with this blog. I wanted to be able to say what I wanted without fear of inadvertently offending someone. Since I would never directly attack someone without provocation, I made the choice to reveal more information than I originally planned. However, it isn't just the anonymity factor that has previously impacted the content of what I choose to write.

My kids are in the small group of people that know about this blog. I wanted to be sure to set a decent example for them. Therefore I've chosen to write things that wouldn't generally be any more offensive than they might see on TV. Thankfully, the bar was set very low. I know my daughter doesn't read it - all she does is play Club Penguin on her computer. But my son does read my blog looking for ideas about new posts on his blog. It's well known that blogging about your job can be hazardous to your occupational health. However, I don't believe I've ever shared exactly where I work. So, I'm feeling a little more comfortable about my most recent decision to use some interesting developments, humorous incidents, and notable observations that I find worthy of inclusion to the content here. Along with that announcement I suppose I should say something like this . . . If, by chance, you do work at the same place I do and I just don't know it. For example, you find the punishment of reading this blog pleasing in some way . . . don't be offended. And if you do get offended, shoot me an email . . . leave a nasty comment. I have thick skin and I can take it. I will post your comment.

The judge read the verdict, "You Mr. Fortywhat!? guy are hereby found guilty of the following crimes..."

1. Failure to update your blog in a timely manner.
2. Failure to abide by a previously described schedule for posting to your blog.
3. Total disregard for any faithful readers who might have otherwise enjoyed reading your posts
4. Complete and utter lack of respect for the blogosphere as demonstrated by the previous

Me: "But . . I . . " The Judge: "One more outburst like that and I'll hold you in contempt!!" At least I'll be able to count on our clueless fearless leader to commute my sentence. Whew . . . that's a relief. Yes, I know it's not all that funny. What can I say? I've really kind of let things go. It isn't so much that I haven't had anything to say as it is that I haven't had the words to express everything I've had to say. It's as if I've been overloaded with things to rave about, things to bitch about, and things to moan about. Things have been about as crazy mixed-up as a toxic-waste train derailment. It's left me really exhausted and confused. Almost all of it is contained now and I think I can re-focus on what matters rather than all of the interruptions and peripheral stuff that so often side tracks me.