Monday 28 May 2007

Pic of the day: Can there be too much honesty? In the famous words of R.E.M: "Oh no, I've said too much ... I haven't said enough!"

Short meta

Am I not at all worried about writing all kinds of dubious stuff about myself, given that I may be looking for a new job in a few months? (Depending on various things that are still not decided.) Bosses use Google these days, at least the levels of bosses that are directly involved in hiring.

What, me worry? Not at all, for various reasons. 1) It's pretty tame stuff by today's standard, plus I never actually have sex at work, which is more than many bosses can say. 2) Bosses are scatterbrained people almost by definition (who else would be able to take the soul pain of having your day sliced like a salami by meetings, phone calls, travels and propositions?). Whatever I write in May will be long forgotten before the winter comes. Few if any humans probe the depths of my archives, bosses certainly not. 3) Not getting a new job is a moderate setback at worst, not the humanitarian disaster it might be in less developed countries. I'd still have a place to live, food on the table and DSL access. And a lot more time. Working is partly something I do out of honor, partly because I want a little extra luxury. It is not a necessity, it's an obligation.

I'm not going to pile up with the S&M stuff right around the time I look for a new job (if I even do that, some things are still being talked over). But I'm not going to censor myself either. People want to read about sex. Although not as much as they want to read about anime and The Sims 2. I guess I should combine them more. Woohoo!