Welcome to DiaryLand!

(I originally posted this in my other blog.)

Welcome to the most arrogant and unapologetic blog in all of DiaryLand! In case you're wondering why I moved my blog here, it's because I found out that a lot of reps at work, mostly my former trainees, were reading my blog. I guess it was inevitable that they would eventually find my blog online, given that not only did I advertise my blog on Friendster, but Romi also made it the first link on her widely-read blog. In fact when I made my blog, although I only told my close friends about it, I was half hoping that other people would read it too. I wanted to see what it would be like to have anonymous fans. When I found out, however, that my fans included my former trainees, I freaked.

I first found out that people on the floor were reading my blog when Reich, one of the OICs for the e-mail team, showed the e-mail reps my baby pics. That wouldn't have been a problem if I hadn't labelled my pics as the last pictures of me as a virgin. I'm guessing from there my blog spread across the team, because the other day when I attended the general assembly of the customer service team, Richard came up to me and said hey Josie I read your blog. How's your quota? Shit.

I panicked. As much I don't give a fuck what people think about me or about what I write in my blog, I don't think it's appropriate for my ex-trainees to know about that part of my life. Friends and even acquaintances (as long as they're not from the office), no problem. But at work I command a certain amount of respect (at least I think I do), and I'd like to keep it that way. And as much as I want to tell people about my life and what I think, I also believe you have to earn my trust before I tell you stuff I wouldn't normally tell the general public. Hence the new password-protected blog.

Oh well. Life as a notorious celebrity was short-lived, but it's better that way. Martina and I were imagining how I would respond to questions from people about why I took my other blog offline. We imagined being at a press conference where I'd be wearing sunglasses, with my dishevelled hair in a scarf. I'd be vehemently denying everything, pretending to be a victim. What a riot that would be.