I Guess It Wasn't MySpace Afterall

This post has been a long time coming. It's been about a month and I've had to completely reinvent my blogger identity. Why? Well, it appears that people who do what I do for a living don't have the same First Amendment rights as everyone else... at least not at my place of employment. Even though I never named said place of employment or even its location (or even talked that much about work, for that matter), I seem to be joining the ranks of bloggers who are finding themselves out of a job. Well, it's not to that point, yet, and I have high hopes that it won't get to that point, but in the meantime I am searching high and low for a new place of employment. And aren't most of those fired bloggers getting book deals anyway? Where's my share of that?

The title of this post refers to how the trouble all started... through MySpace. Like many people, I had a profile. Some people, who obviously lack a sense of humor, didn't quite get that something I said on that profile was intended to be humorous. I'd tell you what it was, because I still think it's darn funny, but I can just see someone Googling the phrase and finding this new blog. And I guess I made a mistake by naming my previous blog on the profile because, before I knew it, they had dug back through two months of posts until they found an opinion that they didn't like. Who knew that writing an opinion (one that is shared by most of your co-workers, none-the-less) on your own free time wasn't allowed? I sure didn't.

So, that's about all I'm going to say about work from here on out. Instead I'll have to stick to stories of the lovely Copper and Coal. And the trials of being a single gal in my 30s (but not too far in). And trying to finish my Master's degree. I have no doubt that brighter days are ahead, so I'm sure I'll be filling you in on those.

Long live the First Amendment!