Lori just whined about my first day of work being awfully short on details. It’s funny because I am in the midst of wrestling with this whole “professional blogger” or “corporate blogger” thing and what it means for I Will Dare.
It’s an internal battle. The company I work for is so cool that I could openly mention the company name and link to web sites (and coworkers’ web sites) and that would be okay. But I am struggling with the paradigm shift in my life. For most of my work-life I’ve kept I Will Dare under wraps. Or, rather, I had a don’t ask, don’t tell policy. It seems to work so well for the military, I adopted it as a personal mantra.
It wasn’t out of shame or a false-sense of privacy, but more out of just not wanting to deal with it. Sometimes I just don’t want to explain. You know?
But the don’t ask, don’t tell policy is much easier to maintain when you are Captain Copywriter. It just seems sort of odd as Brigadier Blogger, don’t you think?
What do I do? What do I want to do? I don’t even know. It seems to boil down to the question of how comfortable am I being really, truly me both online and at work. And don’t get all uppity because everyone is different at work compared to how they are at home. The Internet is my home.
I don’t want what I do in the corporate sphere to have a chilling effect on the writing I do here. That’s really my biggest concern. But then I need to remind myself that what they saw here, well, it’s the whole reason I have the job. Soon I am going to have to have a conversation with my boss (who is entirely too cool to be called something lame like boss and needs a nickname) about how “out” I’ll be. And I’ll have that conversation as soon as I decide how I want it to go. Though we did have a really great conversation today about RSS feeds and comment moderation.
So, this is a really long explanation about why the details have been sparse. I will, however, tell you that I did threaten my temporary cubemate (he will be moving soon and I will get a new mate) with a scathing four-part blog expose uncovering his nefarious activities. I can tell he’s afraid.