Then Again, Maybe I Won't

There is an article in People this week about the dangers of blogging. It focuses on losing your job due to inappropriate work-related content in your posts.

While I like Dooce, I'd rather not be Dooced, thank you.
Which is killing me.

I've got a job bursting with inappropriate content. People are funny, crazy, ludicrous specimens just begging to be made fun of.
That's right: I work with THE PUBLIC.
Shudder with me now.

What is someone who shudders at humanity doing in a position of public relations of any type, you might wonder? Well, I didn't always find my fellow man to be so damn annoying, but a few too many years of assisting them will curdle your insides. And that just isn't comfy, or particularly sweet smelling.

Daily I witness such blog-worthy behavior, I want to install webcams. Future Darwin Award winners abound. But as tempting as it is, I've used technorati. I've googled. I've seen pictures of my coworkers that haunt me in my sleep, and read journal entries I'm sure no employee of mine would be comfortable with. That kind of possible exposure is just not for me.

There will probably come a time when I just won't be able to stop myself, but for right now, the promise of a paycheck and all the necessities it ensures is enough for me to keep my mouth shut.

But man, if you had seen this woman today.....