My name is Rick, and I am a Blog Addict.

“HI Rick”

I got “talked to” at work on Friday.

You know the “talking to” I am talking about. The kind where your bosses sit you down and say, “We really like you, Rick, and we love what you do for us…”


Yes, folks, apparently I spend too much time on the Internet at work. Now don’t all clutch your pearls in unison at the shock of that statement. I am sure it was as much of a surprise to you as it was to me.

Yeah, hardly. I know.

So it seems that I spend way too much time browsing blogs and chatting on Tribe when I should be working.

Admittedly, when I first started my blog, I was bad. REALLY bad. I definitely spent more time blogging and Tribe-ing than… well… working.

That has drastically dropped off since then. I rarely ever blog from work now, and hardly ever pull up Tribe. I guess I sensed that my concentration was drawn away, or that other people were noticing that I wasn’t paying 100% attention to my work like everyone else should does.

I also never see other people at work distracted by Coach Purse websites or baseball websites or “Fucked” websites or “Drudge Report” websites or “Smoking Gun” websites or…

(Yeah… apparently I really do.)

See, I feel as if I am being targeted as a scapegoat here. Granted, I am browsing around a lot. Probably more than I should. But in the grand scheme of things, it’s not a whole lot more than what other people do. Everyone abuses the power of the Internet at work. I walk down the halls and see secretaries playing Solitaire. Is that productive? Is that helpful to the end work product? I highly doubt it.

Yet I am the one that gets called on it. Just my luck I guess.

I’m not worried about this. As I said earlier, now the the initial novelty of the world of blogs has worn off, I can just as easily wait until I get home to post that all-important thought that crossed my mind during the day, or tell that silly story that I’ve been dying to share.

But it still pisses me off bothers me just a little bit, that they took time out of the day to slap me on the hand and shake their fingers at me.

I’ve been in this position at this place for 3 years. I hit 4 years in April of 2005.

I think that’s enough time, don’t you?