Wednesday, March 01, 2006
I just got a hang up from a number from Northern New Jersey.
I have a friend who we are going to call “Full-Spectrum Worrier.” Oh shit, I mean, let’s call him, “Random Guy Number 82394.” Yeah, so, the friend, “Random Guy Number 82394” noticed that in my post about the cack cack I used the on-line version of the internal newsletter at work. He pointed out that if I am soooo serious about my anonymity, I would want to change this.
This not the first time that my eagle-eyed (and scarily compulsive) stalker friend has picked up details that he suggested that I changed based upon my desire to be just a talking head on the Internet.
I guess I figure that there are thousand of people employed by my organization, and hundreds in the same part as I. I am not going to stress if some one figures out I work at…oh, can’t say that. His point was that it’s not the normal reader who will be picking apart the little pieces (a point made clear when I talked to her this morning and she was all huh wha? You work where?. I guess that the normal people aren’t trying to parse stalker type information from my blog) but the person who reads my blog and believes they have this innate connection to me.
I would love to call “Random Guy Number 82394” crazy, but I have had my moments with the crazy and I know what he says is mostly true. I promised I would go back and edit out all the information. By the end I was erasing anything that might give a clue as to where I work, including the name of the internal newsletter.
I also blurred out the faces on the people in the picture because I felt like it was the nice thing to do.
The moral of this here story is that I need to go eat lunch.