Flogging a Dead Horse

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 justΓ‚ 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.

  17 comments for “Flogging a Dead Horse

  1. January 18, 2006 at 12:12 pm

    Oh great, and this was the post that I couldn’t access, too. Some people just aren’t happy unless they’re tearing someone else down.

  2. January 18, 2006 at 12:14 pm

    I don’t understand what compels people to leave these jerky anonymous comments. Normally, I refrain from the negative comments. Only twice have I ever left comments telling people how stupid they were – neither were anonymous – one was an old skank in OK who said she could predict earthquakes, and the other was this idiot who totally attacked someone’s flickr pictures, calling her a “cunt” and a “child-abuse survivor” (the person he attacked is someone on your buddy list, btw). I can only figure it’s peoples’ own bitterness and/or jealousy that incites these retarded comments.

    Ok, this is my longest comment ever. I’m done now. πŸ™‚

  3. January 18, 2006 at 12:21 pm

    Let’s just say it gets my irish-german blood boiling.

  4. January 18, 2006 at 12:39 pm

    I am writing my thesis. I MEAN it this time.

  5. Rik
    January 18, 2006 at 1:46 pm

    Oooooh, my autodialer will love new phone #s to call. πŸ˜‰

  6. Lynne
    January 18, 2006 at 1:55 pm

    I am not sure it was someone from your old work, Incredipete. I can still get to your site without having to proxy in.

    Just thought I’d let you know.

  7. January 18, 2006 at 2:02 pm

    Yeah, it was from there, I just accidentally spoonerized the digits in the IP Deny Manager…. Duh.

  8. January 18, 2006 at 2:06 pm

    I can so relate to so much of that and I can also type the word “so” lots of times in one sentence.

  9. AprilMayJune
    January 18, 2006 at 2:19 pm

    While I may currently work there I am looking for a way out, so please don’t lump me in with that group. πŸ˜‰ I for one am very happy for you and all your exciting things in your life! Others are just jealous. πŸ™‚

  10. Livieloo
    January 18, 2006 at 2:50 pm

    I almost hope they post again just so that you can make their personal crap public. Gossip is such a degrading thing. I’m not going to claim that I don’t gossip because I too am a human but I do try to stop when I catch myself. Don’t stop blogging because you’re posts are just too entertaining to read to not have around. Well, hope everything is going well for you.

  11. January 18, 2006 at 4:58 pm

    I think the people who are negative to us all might be jealous of the support we have in all our friends here. You know? Because when ever ANY of us are down, or when we meet a jerk, or when we meet up with annoying traffic, we vent it here and all our friends chime in with their GLORIOUS support.

    I think they are jealous of what we mean to each other.
    They are jealous of our cyber-family.
    And you know what? They should be!

    It’s the fucking BEST.
    Just the BEST…

    …I feel a post coming on.

  12. January 18, 2006 at 5:09 pm

    No freaking way!

  13. January 18, 2006 at 6:16 pm

    Hey I could use some new credit cards, Can you send me some new social security numbers?

  14. January 18, 2006 at 9:33 pm

    It’s the weak, mousy people who have no power in their personal lives who feel the need to go to people’s websites and post insulting comments. It just confirms that they are stupid and pathetic. It’s a broken person who feels the need to spread their misery around.

  15. January 20, 2006 at 8:30 pm

    Hey Incredipete!!
    do you want a sweet rottweiler pup? she is young and full of zest!

  16. January 20, 2006 at 8:56 pm

    Hey, Incredipete,
    I think it’s unbelievable that people still find satisfaction in harassing you. Are their lives so empty that they must attack someone who is a million times more of a real person with a real life? I think it’s pretty jerky, and I think that every time they post one of those banal comments, you should enjoy thinking about how pathetic their life truly is, especially in comparison to yours!
    Keep posting; it’s entertaining. You have excellent journalistic taste and a quick wit. We are all better off with Incredipete. It’s like the cyber long-distance relationship that’s almost closer than being in person…

  17. January 21, 2006 at 3:21 pm

    Well, I have it on good authority that the guy who posted the offending comments is a guy in his fifties that still lives with his mom and dad, and downloads illegal software and other things during his free time.

    And he thinks I’M lame.

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