I don’t often brog about my career. I sparsely use names, unless it’s in the past and has been for a while, and I deliberately keep things kind of vague, because I’m a fairly private person in spite of being a regular brogger, and I’m often paranoid that because the world is a fucked up place full of fucked up psychopaths, keeping things ambiguous might be an effective manner to maintain some privacy. Furthermore, I have a tendency to keep particular thoughts about work close to the heart, since I don’t imagine there’s much good about venting about the people that pay me so that I can live my life, on the internet.
I’m leaving my job.
I’m starting a new one immediately afterward. To those of my six readers doing the math, that means that I spent but seven months with my former job before jumping ship and seeking greener pastures.