One of these days I’m either going to have to take down half of my journal entries or find some way of explaining them to the people I work with (and for). I don’t know what I’d write about (half the time) if I didn’t complain about work (every other day or so). Maybe the journal will outlast those technically challenged folks, but there’s always the chance the Boss’s son-in-law, who is a programmer, will figure out what I’m doing here. What he does with that information is up to him, but I doubt he has any more reason than I do to share any of this.

Besides, and this is pretty much the position I’ve decided to take from the very beginning: it’s all made up. I use real names of family members, and they all know about it (except Aiden, and if he objected I’d give him a cool nickname). But I’ve never revealed the name of the company, or what we do (except to a few people who have asked me, and they have no axe to grind either).

And I’ve definitely never used the Boss’s name, or Tim’s (it’s not Tim), or even Julie’s (her name isn’t Tim, either). So if they have a problem, let them Google themselves. It won’t lead them back here. And if it does, I’ll deny everything. It’s all made up. The Boss and Tim and Julie are just “characters” in an elaborate “lie” that I’ve constructed for my own amusement. And I’m not paying for my web space with the company credit card. No, not at all.

I had a long conversation with the Boss’s ex-wife today. I tell her pretty much everything that’s going on, mostly because she likes to hear it and I know she wouldn’t use it against me. I’m not so confident that I’d share my URL with her, though. The fact that I keep an online journal never comes up in conversation, so there’s no temptation anyway.