Where Humanity and the Blogosphere Meet

Maybe it’s because she called my blog “edgy” or maybe it’s because she has a blog called “Punk Rock HR,” but I’ve been asked ( and am agreeing ) to write my side of the story to an angry post that was written in response to a post I had written titled “Diagnosing Your Co-workers” or as Brazen Careerist likes to call it, “How My Psych Major Tells Me Just How Crazy Everyone Else Is At Work.”

Let’s begin with the fact that I don’t have a Psychology Major.  And I am “everyone else.”  That is, I will fully admit to being “crazy.”  I think the problems began when what was supposed to be a flippantly ranty post (which I have deleted since it was not my best writing) became masqueraded as real advice from a supposed “expert.”   (Also my job is unnecessarily stressful and probably should not have been remotely mentioned in a public manner)

Needless to say, because of Breanne’s response to my NOT-MEANT-TO-BE-EXPERT writing, I am transformed into some “narrow-minded idiot with a platform against people with mental disorders.”  Over and over…since this post keeps getting published on different sites. 

I picture this caricature of me as some bobby-pinned spinster with an uni-brow, standing at a podium, yelling, “Four more years of BUSH!” 

That’s not me. 

I’m the bra-burner in back, yelling, “Go Jon Stewart!”  But that’s beside the point.

The point of this post is to say that I’m new to this Internet world of blogging where everything a person writes is instantly taken out of context.  A world where EVERYTHING is scrutinized and criticized because EVERYONE has to have an opinion on something or other or what are we all going to write about in the next three seconds?….go! 

I find it almost humorous as to what people will complain about in a blog post.  Especially that my usage of the word “crazy” was the most scrutinized in Breanne’s post.   Not the fact that I was having problems in my workplace, which would seem to be most important to a person working in HR. 

I admit, using the term “crazy” was not my best thought.  Especially linking it to psychology.  It’s not a joke when you actually hear voices.  Or feel like you have to scrub your hands forty-times in one washing.

But in all reality, I have about 30-45 minutes per day to think and write a blog post.  So I can’t promise that they’ll be good.  And I can’t promise that they won’t offend people.  But I can promise that the ONLY reason they will ever be written is to entertain myself and/or others.  AND perhaps, connect with somebody out there in a world run by electricity.  So if you ever read my posts and feel a little bit more complete, I have done my job times ten.  And if you only feel a little less dead inside, that works, too.

But I do apologize for those I’ve offended in an unintentional manner.  I like to know when I’m pissing somebody off, because that means I’ve done my job as a writer.  By unintentionally making somebody raise their middle finger the farthest its ever stretched, I have missed my mark and peed on the grass rather than the hydrant.

I am sorry for peeing on the grass.

And on a related note, I would like to maintain some employ-ability, so if ever an HR person from a company I would possibly ever apply to is reading this:  I am a hard worker.  I do what I say I’ll do.  And I always do it to the best of my ability.  Which is a very large ability…very large.  And very excellent.

-The Boxcar Children