I don’t blog at work. Except today, obviously.
Why? Well, first of all, my boss hates my blog. She used to read and comment on my old blog, but she felt that too many of her comments were negative (acidic, even). When I launched my new blog, she tried to shoot down a few of my big dreams. It wasn’t her talking, just the tiny part of her that hated me. The final straw was when we went out for dinner and drinks and I got a little tipsy and wrote this post. She felt that I had taken too much artistic license in regurgitating her opinions. She said I had totally missed the mark. I said she was wrong, that from my perspective I had captured exactly what she said and that she changed her mind about her opinions when she sobered up. It was a long discussion. We decided that I’m just a really bad listener.
I don’t want my boss to hate me. I discovered long ago (well, “long ago” to a 27-year-old is really more like 3 years ago….) that it is not good for your boss to hate you. Even if you have to lie to them to make them like you, it’s better for you boss to like the facade you wear than to hate the real deal. Had I known this 3 years ago instead of being such a purist to my true feelings, my career might have taken a different path. Eh, live and learn, right? Even one of my favorite bloggers, Penelope Trunk, wrote this awesome post about the importance of being well-liked at work. I know a few people that got really turned off to Penelope because of the post she wrote about killing her cat. It’s a doozy of a post and the comments are scathing enough to make me cringe. Still, I bought her book recently and love the advice she gives me about stuff like not needing to go to grad school next year. I just might not ask her to do any pet sitting for me. Obviously.
Anyway, we decided it would be best for my boss to never read my blog (and by “we,” I mean, it was all her decision). Some days, I can’t stand that arrangement. Some days, I read my posts to my boss – just the really crazy, juicy ones like this one about how I got groped on a date and didn’t like it.
Did I mention that my boss is one of my closest friends in Connecticut? We don’t have a traditional subordinate/supervisor relationship because she was in my secret poetry club back when we were in college and, even though she’s a year older than me, I’m the oldest in birth order and she’s one of the youngest in her family, so sometimes my personality accidentally takes control. I really try to be a good worker for her in the office though. And we’re a great team. Usually.
Back to me not blogging at work.
So, I had to break that rule today because I live in Branford, Connecticut and have not had electricity at my house since Irene hit on Saturday night. That’s 6 days of no power! Honestly, it’s not terrible, I still have hot water and my house wasn’t damaged in the storm. But, I’ve been dying to get on my blog and post some of the awesome pictures I took during the storm and I haven’t been able to do that yet!
The pictures are coming – and they are great! Well, by great I mean of low resolution, taken with a non-iPhone cell and by a non-photographer (me). So, they are mediocre pictures, but they really capture what I saw when the storm hit my neighborhood in Branford.
It’s Friday afternoon, right before a long weekend. I’ll be escorting some media folks from WTNH and NBC Connecticut on Monday, so I don’t mind spending some of my work time on my personal blog since I’ll be spending some of my personal time at work.