A long time ago when BFK and I worked for the same company, she outed my website to my Evil Coworker. It wasn’t a total outing because my coworkers all knew about iwilldare.com, but none of them read it. However, the day BFK decided to bring up iwilldare.com in casual conversation was also the same day I wrote a super snarky entry about about the Evil Coworker and how I wisehd I could rock the 10-3 shift and not do any work. Of course because the web site was brought up in conversation, Evil Coworker headed right to iwilldare.com.

I rushed to Kari’s desk in an attempt to delete the posts before Evil Coworker could read it. But I was too late. By the time I calmed myself down enough to face her and return to my desk, Evil Coworker was gone for the day.

Incidentally this outing also occurred the same week of the infamous Doocing.

I remember spending a sleepless night being completely sick to my stomach. I had this waking nightmare of pulling into work only to have iwilldare.com appear on every single desktop and being hauled into HR with Shaky McDougal. My stomach still churns just thinking about it.

Lesson learned.

So when my buddy Wolfdogg asked me how work had been lately. I said, crazy ass insane busy.
“Ha,” he said. “I figured so because there was some of your work copy pasted on to the top of your iwd entry today.”

My stomach fell.

In the five seconds it takes for iwilldare.com to load up in my browser I racked my brian of all the very confidential stuff I could have inadvertently posted on my site — I grew sicker by the half second. But when I looked, it was some old copy that I had written last year. Phew.

Still and all, it’s gone gone gone. Again, phew. While a lot of people who read this site know where I work, it’s not something I publicize — ever. Not just here or on the web, but anywhere. I’m usually quite vague about my place of employment, unless pressed.

Now, if only I could get my stomach to stop jumping around.