Coming out of the closet
So sometime while I was in Ireland, one of my coworkers (hi, L!) found my Twitter name which obviously wasn't difficult because I used my standard email address in my Twitter account. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to go from there to here because I put this URL in my Twitter account as well.
I was expecting said coworker (or one of several others who also use Twitter) to say something about this, but so far there has not been a comment. I suspect this has something to do with the fact that a different one of my coworkers found a previous website of mine years ago in kind of an odd way and it spooked me enough that it probably was one element in the later demise of that website.
Now, there is nothing inherently secretive about this website. I don't say anything here that I wouldn't say elsewhere. I haven't hidden it from friends or family or anyone. I just don't advertise it because for some reason I can't quite fathom, it embarrasses me. I get very self-conscious about it. Which seems like an impossible thing; after all, what's more public than a place where my every word will be cached and accessible even if I decided to delete it yet again? But it is what it is.
It's funny because another one of my coworkers has a blog she shares with her husband and she's totally cool about it. I read the blog and I talk about it with her on a weekly basis and it's just not a big deal. Yet in all the time that I've been reading her blog, I haven't even mentioned that I had one. If I were her, I'd think that was pretty odd, and a bit awkward.
It is what it is.
Well, instead of getting cold feet, I thought I'd just take a second to say hi to any coworkers who happen to come by here. Don't worry, coworkers, you can talk to me about my website. I probably won't have anything insightful to say about it because I really don't know why I have it. More than anything else, I think it's because part of my job is to make websites, and it would feel odd to not have one of my own. It's sort of comforting to know it's here and I can use this space to play around with anything I want. Even if I can never find the time for it, I like just knowing it's here.
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I can recall distinctly the unpleasant sensation of shrinkage in the loinal area when my boss said to me, "Hey, I see that you have a BLOG." I quickly wracked my brain for possible fireable content, but came up empty. I've always gone with the assumption that whatever I say will eventually be seen by the last person I'd want reading it, so there's always a lot of subconscious editorial filtering, but it was a bit bizarre to be confronted with it that way.
Posted by: sgazzetti | 4:13PM, 05.09.08
I found your blog on Twitter...and I think it's cool! Don't worry--I won't ask you about it too much. :)
Posted by: jillocity | 4:35PM, 05.09.08
Jill: No worries about talking about it. It's just something I find odd to bring up myself, but once it's been ... broughten ... I don't mind talking about it! Also: welcome! Does this mean I can now brag on my website about how I totally predicted the gender of your baby?
Posted by: Andrea | 10:06PM, 05.09.08
You can totally brag about your "other sense!"
Posted by: jillocity | 2:39PM, 05.16.08