This morning one of my co-workers came to talk with me because when you type a certain phrase associated with my employer and business unit into Google, lo and behold Whazzmaster.com is the number one result. This wouldn’t be so bad since I don’t say anything confidential there, but my co-worker was slightly concerned that the link at the top of the page (pointing to the previous blog entry) was titled “Fucking Republicans!” As we all know, that post stemmed from the time someone signed me up for the Republican National Committee mailing list and I had an… er, adverse reaction.
Now, the interesting thing here is that in musing about the possibilities of my employer starting their own blog, I never considered the fact that my whazzmaster post would become the de facto Google result when one searched for that blog. Oh Google, you so crazy; thanks for getting me noticed here at work. Next time, try to serve up a page that credits me with inventing something cool instead of publicizing the fact that I called 51% of America a swear. My grandma would not approve.
You know, I have a rather keen sense of who will and won’t see my rantings here at Whazzmaster, and I generally have no problem with anyone reading what I write. I don’t necessarily think you commenters realize it though. For instance, there could be dozens (or even hundreds) of people linking through Google to that one particular post about my work. What will they see?
[March 26, 2005 01:31 AM] by peterstiffly
I think your Intuit blog must incorporate words like “skrillionaire”.
[March 26, 2005 01:52 PM] by Big J
1. I made it safely back from Iowa. While there I stayed at the state’s only gay motel, and even have photographic evidence of a convenience store that someone named the “Kum ‘N’ Go.”
2. A+ on the reply letter, Zacharoni. Those assholes know better than to send psychotic lefties like me or Cal that junk. If I got that, I would buy a red permanent marker and scrawl “DON’T YOU IDIOTS KNOW I’M A COMMUNIST?” over the letter and send it back. When I say or do things like that, my significant other brings me back into line by reminding me that they don’t allow you to use hot rollers in prison. Enough said. 3. I was trying to think of a job where I could spend my mornings sipping vodka cranberries and listening to Janet Jackson. Any ideas? Just being a gay thirtysomething male doesn’t count. It’s impossible.
[March 26, 2005 05:59 PM] by cal
word, they know better. jen, mpenny i take all the bad things i said about my dear mayor- he is good. i was blinded by the green guy. whazzers! hello! moneypenny i have a gift for you it is music. the gift of music. here is my question: where is wirkus? what’s up nonposter?
[March 26, 2005 10:02 PM] by peterstiffly
“Kum ‘N Go” is actually a chain of gas stations in northern Wisconsin. One went up in Amery a couple of years ago. The best name I have ever seen for a gas station is the “Pump ‘N Munch” in downtown Minneapolis. I wish I would have had a camera the last time I was by it.
Now I have to go, hopefully without unintentionally verbally crapping over all cult-crazy Scientologists the world over. Crap.