I received yet another personal attack on my comments from the last entry. I censored it, so don’t bother going back to look.
The attack came from someone at my old employer. It’s funny, because 80% of the personal insults come from there. It’s impossible to know who posted it, because everyone there logs the same IP address.
I’ve threatened to report the abuse, I banned them for several months, and still they feel compelled to come back and try again.
There were people at my old employer that hated my guts. I can’t and won’t deny it. I’m sure at least a couple of them are even justified in their hatred. I’m certainly not perfect, and I had to make a lot of hard decisions that affected certain people.
I also worked there for nearly 9 years, and during the course of that time, I developed quite a few personal relationships. I dated people from work.
I’m quite confident I was one of the most gossiped about people there, and I’ll admit, (and never have before) that played a role in my decision to leave. I didn’t want to be somewhere that didn’t respect privacy, and that generated half-truths and un-truths on a regular basis.
I’m not so foolish or proud that I can say I didn’t get involved in the gossip chain. It happens. But I can honestly say I never made anything up. Despite what anyone there might claim, I did my best to do right by my employees and my friends.
The most vicious personal attacks I recieved from people at my old employer were people I barely knew. People that were loosely connected with me through a friend of a friend of a friend. All roads led to every road there, though. If I said something to anyone, it would end up in the rumor mill.
Sometimes I would make up crazy crap about myself and tell someone, just to see how quickly it got back to me, and to see if I could trace the rumor full circle.
As I discovered more and more about the rumor mill, I discovered that even in my closest circle of friends, I was not safe. I started to withdraw as much as I could, because I didn’t feel like I could trust anyone. I still believe I was justified in my feelings.
I bring it up, because I suspect that the latest attack was posted by someone that claims to be a friend. I could be wrong, because I can think of 10 people right off the top of my head that could have posted it. I just have a feeling.
I’ve written an extensive disclaimer, I’ve asked people to stay off the site, I’ve banned people, and I’ve broken off all contact with people at my old employer. I haven’t even talked to the people there in a year and a half. You’d think they’d get tired of harassing.
However, my theory is this: Their existence is so pathetic that it’s more entertaining to read about my life and throw rocks at it than it is to live their own lives.
So, once again, they are banned from viewing the site. I don’t feel bad about it, because frankly, they all need to get back to work and stop wasting time reading my site. I’m happy to justÂ get along, but they can’t do it.
And that leads to the bigger issue. Why do people in cyberspace feel compelled to throw rocks at people. Is it the safety of anonymity? Are they just so pathetic that insulting someone who can’t defend themself is funny to them?
I will say this. One of the comments was that I should go back to writing about my lame existence. I have a lovely girlfriend, a great family, a career, most of an MBA, a nice house, a nice car, two nice dogs, and a cute cat.
If you think that’s lame, I’d love to hear about what you think makes your life so great.
And of course, the next time I receive a personal attack from there, I will be posting the name of the company, the name of the people I believe are responsible, and their titles, salaries, phone number, emails, and every bit of dirt I ever collected on them.
If they’re going to play dirty, so am I.