so cold, she's so cold

I don't talk about my personal life much on my blogs. I feel bad about it sometimes, cause I feel like it makes it hard for people to connect with me online. First, my blogs aren't anonymous from my friends and family--I started this blog as a way to stay in touch with my family when they moved out west, not as a place to vent. And then I don't want to talk about other people's personal stories or issues, without their permission. Cause they know that our other friends might be reading! Or they might not like strangers reading! Or they might not want to see MY take on their situation, here in writing!!

Second, when I was still as my old job, I really couldn't talk about it, tell stories about it. As a manager I signed some sort of contract which I'm sure says something about confidentiality in it. But also, I've always been conscious of that feeling: What if a future employer checked out my blog? I can't write about a past job in any light that makes me look lazy, whiny, trouble-makee, etc. I have a pretty vast range of opinions on work related topics that I'm not comfortable sharing, except in the occasional comment on someone else's blog.

Third, there are other things that I don't feel super private about, but my husband's a much more private person. So I think of him as well. He doesn't usually read my blog, but the principle still has to apply.

Fourth, I do have a pseudonym here, which in theory could protect me from future employers and such. But I've ended up using London Mabel as my login for everything, including my non-personal blogs like Mabel Talk, which I want to use in a professional capacity, and for my website which sort of represents me as a writer. To make this blog more personal I'd have to find a way to disconnect it from my brand, so to speak.

And so that leaves me... the cats. Their personal lives get tossed around like Princess Diana's.

As Rorschach would say... hrm.

accusations of sickatude

I have a wee head cold. I noticed when I used to work that people love to blame other people for making them sick--which is absurd because you can pick up germs from any number of surfaces, and when you're in retail and have sick kids all over your store, and you're touching germed up product, and germy money, and you're working with a store full of students who aren't getting enough sleep, and you add into that the fact that people are usually contagious before they show symptoms... who the hell knows where you caught your cold from! But "YOU gave me this cold!" is the first thing you hear. It's very weird.

However I can count the # of times I've had to leave the house this winter (woo!) so (a) this is my first cold in age, and (b) there can be no other source but him. I don't even think I checked the mail in the last few days. I did open the door to put recycling in the hall for him to take out... but I wouldn't have touched the outside handle. However he didn't show any symptoms, so he just carried this cold home for me to have. Isn't that sweet? It's ok, it's very very little.