Snout Deep in the Trough
My dad sent me this clip:
BLOGGING WHILE YOU WORK: MAYBE NOT A GOOD IDEA
Using the pseudonym “Sarcastic Journalist,” reporter Rachel
Mosteller of the Durham (N.C.) Herald-Sun newspaper wrote this entry on
her personal blog one day last year: “I really hate my place of
employment. Seriously. Okay, first off. They have these stupid little
awards that are supposed to boost company morale. So you go and do
something ’spectacular’ (most likely, you’re doing your JOB) and then
someone says ‘Why golly, that was spectacular.’ then they sign your name
on some paper, they bring you chocolate and some balloons… Okay two
people in the newsroom just got it. FOR DOING THEIR JOB.” The day after
her posting, Sarcastic Journalist was fired (even though it did not
identify the newspaper in her posting). Lee Rainie, director of the Pew
Internet & American Life Project, comments: “We all complain about work
and our bosses. And the ethos of the blogosphere is to be chatty and
sometimes catty and crude. Even in an era of casual Fridays, that is not
what companies want to be portrayed by the world.” And labor lawyer
Gregg M. Lemley notes: “In most states, if an employer doesn’t like what
you’re talking about, they can simply terminate you.” (Washington Post
11 Feb 2005) Full article is here.
Will that change my habits? Not likely. Some things I don’t talk about, like company secrets etc, but general work-related bitching IMO is fine. Everyone does it, and blogging about it - as long as identies are preserved, which they are - people who don’t know me personally don’t know anything about my place of work besides that it sucks - is no different. So there. :tongue:
I skipped out on family night last night - just too busy. Spent Valentine’s Day (the ultimate Hallmark holiday) with Leyton working on our websites :ugh: That sounds really :gay:
Weekend has already been described by Woo, more or less, so I won’t rehash that - Friday, pizza, tv and websites with Leyton and Blacky, Saturday, computer installation and lunch with Chris, and then kicking around the afternoon at M&Ds with M and Dogs. Dad and Woo came home later, and we went to Foo. Sunday nothing much happened, except Blacky and I FINALLY bought some groceries. I have to eat like a pig to get my money’s worth before I go away next month. :squint: