February 16, 2007
Outing Myself
For the past almost-a-year or so. Or less. I've been toying with the idea of "outing" myself on my blog. That is, putting my name on the damn thing and posting a photo of myself once and for all.
But I never did. And I don't know why.
Is it because I'm ashamed of it? No. I stand by my smut. If my Mom can handle it, how bad can it be? Now, it could be argued that years and years of my limit-pushing behavior has merely served to numb the poor woman. And indeed, if my mom- and dad-in-law saw the site, I'd probably be a bit stymied. But in the end, I would choose to continue my superfluous use of the word vagina, and they'd just have to learn to forgive me for it.
Is it because I'm afraid it will ruin Husband's standing in the community? No. I think most adults can accept this site for what it is -- a bit of rakish shenanigans. And I don't think anyone would be shocked to learn that we occassionally indulge in a bit of The Oral Pleasure, within the sanctity of our marriage.
Is it because I'm horribly disfigured? Well, only when I'm PMSing.
Is it because I'm psychic? YES.
Wednesday, I was supposed to start my new job, right? And I was freaking out Tuesday afternoon as I weighed my options. On the one hand, drive home in a blizzard and end up in a 30-car pile-up. On the other hand, call in stranded on my very first day of work. Neither was appealing.
But then Husband called and said that the H.R. woman called and told him that my new boss was stranded in Baltimore, so I shouldn't bother coming in until Thursday.
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet! I stayed at Billi's until Wednesday afternoon.
Anyhoo, I got to work this morning, and H.R. told me how she managed to find me. See, she was working from home on Tuesday and didn't have my resume or contact info with her.
So she Googled me.
Googled. Me.
People? Can you imagine what would have happened if she had Googled me, and this site popped up??? Yeah. Bad News Bears, all the way. Especially when she read me bashing my EX-employer! I'd be fired before my official first day! Shortest career ever!
So my decision is made for me. I can't out myself until I find a permanant position, preferrably with a boss cool enough to appreciate potty-talk and hatred of the entire human race.
I wonder if I should include that in my cover letter...?
Comments
Close call, but probably a good decision. I outed myself right away because I like it when things blow up gloriously in my face due to my severe lack of proper decision making skills.
Posted by: Hope at February 19, 2007 10:51 AM
Try working at Playboy; they might fit the bill.
Posted by: Lori at February 19, 2007 12:58 PM