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These past two days have been tough ones. Jack's in Illinois (Iowa by now). I'm going to orientation at my new job in the mornings and working my old job in the afternoons, exposing myself to some role conflict. But overall, I'm feeling relatively healthy. Like I'm coping.

It's a good thing, too, because I got called to the office at my old job this afternoon.

My boss asked me, "Do you keep a blog other than the one you keep for school?"

I went all prickly and hot.

"Yes," I said.

She directed my attention to the computer monitor behind her, where my latest two chockablog entries were posted on the school blog.

She asked if I'd done that intentionally, which of course I hadn't. I remedied the situation and breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing too incriminating in those two posts. I'm sure she read them. Wouldn't you?

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Tom S said…
She could have read them here anyway, right?
shy_smiley said…
Right, Tom, and I realize that. Few of my real world friends know of my virtual world existence and I perhaps think of that as offering more anonymity than I should. I'm prepared to cope with the consequences of anything I write here being read by those I'm writing about. Watch out! Maybe my next post will be about YOU!

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