Nice.
I’ve been quiet on here lately. Sure, sometimes I post reviews. Occasionally I post corny updates on life in general. But a post with meat to it? I think it’s been months.
See, with the new job, I have to be… nice.
Right, exactly. I know.
I’m not nice.
Well, ok. I’m a fairly nice, friendly person in general. But I’m also a blunt, loud mouthed, put it out there sort of bitch, too. And I have to be all careful and finicky about what I have to say lately because people get all sorts of bent.
The last time someone got all jacked up about what I had to say they brought my work into it.
It was a Saturday. I was tweeting from my personal account. I had something blunt to say. I said it. And they got all insulted and said I was unprofessional and they were going to tell my boss.
I’m not kidding.
And so I sit here, so much to say, afraid to say it. Continually sanitizing my life, my thoughts and my opinions in the interest of being… nice. Professional.
Blergh.
It sucks ass. It’s sapping the spirit and personality right out of me. I? Am boring.
It’s exceptionally trendy at the moment to be uber insulted by everything, though. And I do mean everything.
From t.v. to blogs to gender to weight to porn to… whatever. Someone finds something to get bent over.
ZOMG! You can’t say that! You can’t think that! You’re wrong, I’m right!
Gah. It’s fucking ridiculous. And there is not a chance in hell I can open my mouth (or, you know, exercise my typing fingers) and chime in on recent topics in the sex blogging world or even what’s on t.v. or what’s going on over at FetLife without someone being all up in my face over it. (Cuz, yeah, the whole wrong thing. NO disagreement allowed! You’re wrong! *I* can talk shit about people and what they do, what they say, how they act, how they think but *you* must shut up, you’re wrong!)
What?
It’s true. No one actually says it but it’s what they’re thinking, what they’re implying. And if no one on a blog or forum has anything to say for awhile that they can find insulting they find something on t.v., in a movie, part of a song, something, anything, to be affronted about.
Me?
I’m not really insulted by much. I’m incredulous. I think the internet is way too full, at the moment, of folks with no job, nothing to do, no life outside of what they do online, so bored they don’t feel alive and energized unless they’re mad about something, insulted by something or embroiled in the latest drama.
I’ll probably go to hell for it — or at least insult someone! — but it sort of grosses me out.
So maybe it’s best I can’t rant and rave and be my normal, blunt, babbling about shit just cuz I have shit to say self.
At least I’m not along for the ride on the “ZOMG, INSULTING” wagon.
I am sanitized, but sane, happy, busy, with my shit together and life moving along at a very nice, if quiet and outwardly boring, pace.
Not so bad, I guess.
Nice. That’s me.
And that’s what scares me about working for a sex toy, or sex related, company: That I’ll have to censor myself. Not that I have any offers to work for one, but I had tried to get my foot in the door at a couple places when I was unemployed.
I’m just tired of the whole “everything is offensive” crap. I was actually accused (indirectly) of fat hatred because I said that some fat people just need to get off the fat asses to lose weight in my body image post. Yeah, I hate fatties. No, I just spoke the truth and somebody didn’t like it. Boo-fuckety-hoo. So now I’m a fatty hater. Woot!
Whoops, I went on a rant. Sorry! You’re awesome, btw. Just sayin.’
.-= Kristi´s last blog ..Sometimes size matters =-.
See, this is why I’ve missed you. I’d hate to feel like you do, like I couldn’t say what I wanted because of a job. I think you should be allowed to say what you like as long as it’s your opinion and you aren’t calling people names or otherwise insulting a person. I try to express myself without making an argument personal if I can, because even if the person does bother me, I’m usually just wanting to put my view out there on the issue, not my view on the person. It’s hard, but I hope I come across more clearly that way. *sigh* I hope things get better.
.-= Rockin’ With a Cock in´s last blog ..Lightweight =-.
Quote: “I think the internet is way too full, at the moment, of folks with no job, nothing to do, no life outside of what they do online, so bored they don’t feel alive and energized unless they’re mad about something, insulted by something or embroiled in the latest drama.”
I totally agree!
.-= Naughty Mommy´s last blog ..Car Update =-.
Aww Carrie Ann, how we’ve missed you. People are just too self involved. Seriously. When they argue because you post something they took personally, what does that say? Umm…you never *said* you were talking about them right? So, they have no reason to be upset. But you are correct, people look for a reason to be angry and insulted, and they aren’t happy unless they’re unhappy with someone. Oh well. Not your problem right?
Ok, well, I guess it could be if they run to your boss like my 5 year old runs to me to tattle on her sister. That’s a whole separate post though.
.-= Alley´s last blog ..Teneo Uno…a no no for me (maybe not you though) =-.
The internet does seem.. a bit sensitive lately. There’s been so much drama going on and really.. it’s pointless drama at that. So much arguing over semantics and not issues and just crap that I have very little interest in because it makes most people (friend or foe) seem pretty ridiculous. So maybe you’re quiet but I don’t mind. At least you’re not another person I need to ignore because they’re being obnoxious.
.-= Adriana´s last blog ..Beyond #1 =-.
Just add a disclaimer before anything you say that says “these are my opinions, and my opinions alone. The company I work for and the other people who work there do not necessarily share these opinions.”
I’ve been biting my tongue a lot lately too, at least as far as most things go. There was one thing recently that I couldn’t bite my tongue about though. It felt good to let it all out, regardless of what it made me look like. Sometimes it’s healthy to have an outlet and just speak up about what’s irritating.
I… of course, completely get this. :) Censorship sucks, especially self-censorship towards the end of not trying to make anybody unhappy at all because they see you as a representative of the company you work for. All. The. Time.
That person who called you unprofessional, on a Saturday, while twittering from your personal account… should be subjected to the same kind of standards. Do we get to tell that person’s employer about what they do on a Saturday?
Fucking. Ridiculous.
.-= Laurel´s last blog ..Vibrating support plus extended head exciter from Cal Exotics =-.
This is why I’m glad I’m not really “attached” to any specific company or anything. I like being able to say whatever I want.
Course, it tends to make enemies. That whole “no disagreeing” thing. So perhaps you’re better off. :)
.-= Rayne´s last blog ..Being a disappointment makes me feel like shit. =-.