So, there are some people who read my work blog who don’t like me. That’s a good thing. If everyone liked me, then I would be doing a shit job. Why these people who don’t like me (and take every chance to insult me) continue to come back to the work blog day after day after day is beyond me (hey, more job security for me). Maybe they are checking in to see if I’ve finally been fired.

Anyway, there are a healthy number of people who dislike my stylings, but then there are the others. The readers who not only dislike me, but go to great lengths to let me know it. Worrisome lengths. Like, "I know what you drive and where you live, you little commie whore, and I know when your pets go outside," sorta lengths.

These people? They scare me.