Visitors to my blog are usually most welcome. However, as those of you who read my Monday rant know, I don’t always deal well with PAQs. Well, while I was ranting about PAQs from a website that shall remain nameless, someone from my own workplace was going through these very archives. Not to find out more about me, but to find things that could be shown to the management of the company I work for. This wasn’t something someone found by accident. So no longer can I come here and vent or rant to get things off my chest. Some things have become off limits for fear that my child and I will not be able to afford the roof over our heads.
My six word memoir meant nothing to his person. This person doesn’t care if I have a heart. Or feelings. Or a child to support. This person ignored every GOOD thing I had to say about my work. And I’ve mentioned a number of GOOD things because I really do like where I work.
I would feel violated if it wasn’t so predictable in this world we live in. People don’t think about the fact that Britney Spears can sing really well. All they want to focus on is the fact that she’s having a mental breakdown. How the hell is that any of our business anyway? But this media rich diet we live on dictates that the meat is always sweeter the closer to the bone… so cut deeper to get the dirt and fuck it if it hurts anyone!
Shiny told me a story not long ago about going to a restaurant to have dinner with her DH. She was unwinding from a rough day, telling him about how her supervisor had been treating her in an unprofessional manner. Lo and behold, who walks in? That very supervisor. The world being what it is, had that supervisor overheard her personal conversation with her husband, Shiny could have been fired. The supervisor was already treating her in an unprofessional manner and creating a climate of fear in the office. I don’t know if Shiny was afraid for her job, but many people in her shoes would have been. So even words to your husband can be used against you in this world we live in. Cause guess what? There really is no such thing as freedom of speech. We pay for every freaking thing we say or do.
I didn’t get Karled. It wasn’t even brought up. It was left to the HR Manager to speak to me. She had some sage words for me, which I’m not going to repeat. There are going to be a number of things I won’t repeat anymore. At least not out here. I’ve been toying with the idea of creating a private blog so I can vent as much as I want without fear of repercussion. If you noticed this morning, there were 71 posts on this blog. Not any more. I saved the deleted ones, including my last TT. If I do create a private blog, I’ll drop my deleted posts there… as a shrine to Karl.
If any of you missed Karl’s story, here is the link: I’m Not Going to Say I Got Dooced, But I Did
I guess I’m not as cynical as I thought I was. I was shocked that Karl was karled. I was shocked that Dave got hate mail over a cartoon. I felt a twinge of hurt when the guys in the sim took one girl’s “joke” about my name on a bathroom wall and turned it into a big funny haha thing…when it sure seemed to me that she was calling me a slut without calling me one… Maybe I’m too tenderhearted to be a cynic. But you know what hurts the worst of any of the shit that’s come down recently? That someone who really does care about people, is never seen in that light. Maybe THAT is the real reason that this is my memoir.
Next time, read ALL of the words. Not just the ones you think are disgusting. Because when you read one post without reading all 70… and you insist on judging me by that post… you’ve just told the world exactly what you are, without me having to say – or write – a word.