I never thought I would be in this position--dying from mortification because the people at work found my blog. Not just any people, but ALL people. Paticularly those I hated and wrote the amusing, but rather unflattering, charactures.

Because of this, I have been forced even deeper underground. I do not know if it is the compulsion to share my life with the internet, the habit of writing everything that strikes me as funny or simply the familiar comfort of typing. But, it is safe to say, I can run--and perhaps hide.

Obviously, this time I will be smarter. Cover my tracks. Not let any identifying people link to me. I know, you expect me to next say--quit blogging about work. No. Absolutely not. The ludicriousness of some of the situations I am forced into is too hilarious to keep to myself. And, after all, I need crib notes for my book.