Mis Pensamientos Pecaminosos

For those who are interested, this is the reason for all the rapid changes.

In a non disclosed institution today, we’ll call it a Pirate Ship. I had an interesting conversation with the First Officer who is my direct superior.  This individual, asked if I was the person behind the blog behind a pseudonym that I use(d) frequently (as much as I loved it, I won’t be using it anymore). I cautiously admitted yes… wondering where this was going.

Well, a certain post of mine (one of my first from my previous blog that I’ve imported to this new site and new blog) was a rant about a random person. Let’s just say this person was 1st mate to a very important Captain. Someone (this is the great mystery) went through great many efforts to track my blog down for whatever reason. Once at my blog, they tried very hard to make connections between the blog’s pseudonym and the Ordinary Seaman that is I in real life.

Whoever this mystery individual is (perhaps the Flying Spaghetti Monster?) clearly had ill intentions. I’ll explain why.

1. I have several social networking sites: Myspace, Facebook, Twitter, All Voices, Blog Site, etc
2. None of these sites are listed under my real name
3. There are (were) a small amount of co-workers on my Facebook page (none on any of the others)
4. My Facebook page is NOT under the same name as any of my other sites
5. My Facebook page does not link to my blog
6. The person not only tracked down my blog, but they tracked down this specific posting as well
7. Once they read this post, they assumed it was about the 1st Mate and Captain that they knew
8. They then proceeded to show said posting to both the 1st Mate and Captain and the Ship’s HR rep
9. The HR rep (HR is evil per Michael Scott) NEVER mentioned anything to me, just to the 1st Officer, Captain and 1st Mate (why, this sounds a lot like gossiping and the type of behavior that HR would usually frown upon)

At this point, I feel stalked and it makes me uncomfortable and angry. I don’t care who reads whatever but to show it to some very important members of the ship under the assumption that you know who a post is about is unacceptable.

Furthermore, now people are apparently upset about something that they shouldn’t have knowledge of in the first place. This entire thing is so very petty, immature and ridiculous. I’m utterly appalled and disgusted with how it has been handled. I certainly want nothing more to do with anyone on this Pirate ship as I have no idea who the petty Pirate is so now I can’t trust ANY Pirate!

What’s the difference between my venting via a blog and someone calling their loved one or friend and veting to them? In this instance, the petty Pirate overhears the phone call but hears no names.  Then the Pirate goes and tells a ton of people about the phone call saying it was about whomever they choose to say it’s about. That would be considered petty gossip, but somehow this isn’t.

*sigh*

I’m a writer, this is how I express myself. I’m not petty, I’m not into drama and I’m not going to be censored because of individuals with different opinions/views stalking me to make trouble.

I moved everything to make sure I have no ties to old accounts. And to prove a point. To make the effort to show that i’m adamant about keeping personal and work life separate. And that if the person somehow finds THIS blog, then they are clearly stalking me and trying to cause trouble.

I hate feeling like I can’t trust anyone anymore, especially those who I thought I was close to.

Anyways, that’s the gist of things. Soon everything will be back to normal. Until then… thanks for following the new blog.

Peas!!

Dear (insert job title here),

Hi, I’m the person you assisted the other day. I would like to take this time to provide a friendly recap of our longer than brief supply/demand based interaction.

I came into your work space as I required something within your area of expertise. I waited until you decided I had waited long enough and proceeded to request my demand of your supplies once I was certain I had your full attention. But who are we kidding, I never had your full attention, did I?

Your attitude was less than desirable. Your tone of voice was rough with traces of annoyance and indignation at my requesting a demand that you are employed to supply. You took your time while attempting to look up my demand, to see if you had any idea of this outlandish thing I was requesting.

Eye rolling, this happened on many occasions often followed by a deep and heavy sigh. I get it, I annoy you. The thing is though, I need this. That is my only purpose for being in your workspace. I can assure you in my free time, I do not intend to hang out in your area of expertise.

“Hold on!” you bark at me roughly causing me to cringe. “Sure, no problem” is my polite and airy reply, hoping it’ll speed up this interaction which has now become much, much longer than brief. You answer your phone and are suddenly all smiles. This person makes your day. Perhaps he/she is the reason you are at this job you so obviously loathe, making the work day longer for both I and you. After a brief sun filled interaction with the person on the phone, my presence looms in the background like a darkening storm cloud, destroying your mood. I didn’t know how terrible of a person I am! I’m glad I’m doing this recap.

“I have to go, I’ll call you later.” This is the dry response I’ve caused you to give the person that only a few moments ago lightened your entire existence.

“Hey, if it’s a problem, I can come back…” I trail off as you give me another of your patented looks of disgust. I hush up and wonder if you realize how much faster this could be if you would just DO YOUR JOB. You do get that, don’t you? You hate me, but I can’t leave because YOU won’t let ME.

I lean against an object large enough to support my weight or sit back in my chair and check my text, tweet, e-mail and wait.

Eventually, FINALLY, you have the supply that I demanded originally. THANK YOU. This has taken so much longer than I expected.

I receive the supply only to find that it’s wrong. So close, but so very wrong. Is this possibly because I never had your full attention to begin with?

I remain calm, the economy is bad. You’re lucky to have a job, you can’t be concerned with what it is you do and how you do it. You just need the money, yes? Perhaps to care for the person who made the sun shine in your stormy world.

I sigh, wait for you to acknowledge my presence in your world once again.. so that we can do the same dance of supply and demand.

So, at a non disclosed company located at a non disclosed location.. I have a job in IT doing normal IT things. You know, Blogging, Twittering, Facebooking and the occasional follow up on projects and computer what nots.

There’s an issue, it needs to be resolved. It was requested to be resolved by the.. wait for it.. CIO. I, like the good not as important as the CIO employee that I am, run away quickly to request that this is taken care of ASAP. We do NOT want to upset the CIO as i’m pretty sure he approves our raises and has a say in whether or not we’re approved for Summer Hours this year.

I speak to the cohorts who handle everything regarding this software and make them aware of the request. One brave soul steps up and volunteers to take care of this issue and make it go away.

We e-mail, who? Not the CIO of course, he’s important and wouldn’t get the e-mail in time. We e-mail his Executive Assistant (doesn’t that title just SCREAM important?) and request her assistance in the timely handling of the details of this matter so we (the cohorts and I) can proceed with the execution of this request.

Several e-mails later (of course) no response. Hmmm… *shrug shoulders* I guess it wasn’t so important after all.

Wandering in to work today, I happen upon a very urgent message taped to my computer to go along with a very urgent e-mail (indicated by checking the red exclamation in Outlook) in regards to the very urgent request from earlier and above. OMG!

I did my part, the cohorts did theirs.. the Ms. Important Executive Assistant.. well, let’s just say she did NOTHING and I mean NOTHING.

I have since sent out a very urgent E-mail of my own with fowards of all previous emails attached. All email trails of course end after the part where we’re waiting for an Executive’s Assistant’s Response.

This person was going to do no work and let US take the fall for it. WTF? Oh Corporate America.. how I loathe thee.