Wasted Years

When I started this blog, the point was to have someplace I could go and vent, getting the shit that was on my mind and bothering me out and in the open so I could get past it and be a somewhat happy individual. As I spend a lot of time bitching about things that bother me, I don't censor my thoughts or words. What's the point? This is my blog, my place to rant, my place to let go.

It's in this mindset that there lies a problem. I come here and bitch about things. Yeah, occasionally I post something happy or something that puts me in a good mood, but for the most part, I bitch. And I especially bitch about my job. Hell, to say I bitch about my job is like saying that water is wet. In the course of bitching about my job, I inevitably bitched about my boss, The Fearless Leader.

Well, last week when I sent out pictures of The Grape™ I sent them from my wasted-years email. The Fearless Leader saw the web address and decided to check it out. He read. And he read. And he read.

This morning we had a conversation about the blog. I've done some damage because of this blog and I'm pissed. I tried to explain my side of things, but I don't think it made sense. For the record, The Fearless Leader is a good boss... he makes working in The Seventh Level Of Hell bearable by keeping the lesser demons at bay. He looks out for the people working under him and tries to keep the peace. We butt heads every so often, which tends to happen to everyone regardless of where they work. Beyond the work aspect, he's a friend I can talk to. He got me hooked on nitro-powered RC trucks. We can talk about the finer points of old-school Metallica vs. the piece of shit called St. Anger. We can go paint balling and I know at least one person on the field has my back. In a couple of months we can have a lot to talk about when he's a dad too.

But, because of this blog and my bitching about things that have happened at work, I may not have that friend anymore. I may just have a boss.

I offer no excuses; My words were my own. When I made the posts that culminated in the conversation this morning, I was pissed and just vented with what came to mind. I have offered my apology, which was accepted, but that doesn't make it all better.