(That doesn't work as well as "Hiami Merald," does it...)
Hi, everyone. This is A, from Idiosyncratic Life. (Hallo!) Since a lot of my readers also read this blog, I just wanted to let you know why I recently took down a few posts. My company is implementing a policy that regulates its employees' "online presence." We are allowed to have blogs, as long as we get permission first. They cited recent examples of journalists getting dooced, etc.
So I took my trusty laptop into the Grand Poobah's office and showed him my humble little blog. He got a kick out it, actually, gave me his approval and placed a record of his permission in my file. Which is actually probably a good thing, mutual protection and all that. I will probably be extra careful about swapping words a la "Hiami Merald." I took down "Musing" because I didn't want the first thing Grand Poobah to read as he reviewed my blog was that I was occasionally called a "fat dyke" in high school graffiti. That entry is now back up.
Yes, my boss's boss's boss's boss now knows about Bella and her Monkey toy. I am, however, allowed to refer to myself as "Chunky Photojournalist Barbie," which he thought was hilarious. He also knows I own a deranged fluffy white cat that pees on the dog's toy box from time to time, but what can ya do?
So that's the update. Okay? Okay. Thanks for understanding and please keep reading!
1 comment:
When my blog was discovered by the Army idiots (as I now call them) and taken to my bosses, they had to read the entire thing.
I didn't get time to sanatize it, and there was some stuff in there I wish they hadn't read. Not because it's particularly bad, but it is sort of personal.
They assure me they don't read it anymore, but still? Embarrassing.
One more reason to hate the asshats I used to work with. :) And to love my bosses, who pretend like the whole thing never happened.
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