And so, it begins.

Facebook is great.  Facebook is cool.  Facebook is for all things whimsical, and cute, and even for bragging when it relates to your kids or your favorite sports team.  It's intended to be uplifting.

That is the conclusion I reached about a month ago when I realized nobody but me was using it as a medium to share observations and concerns of, shall we say, a more serious manner.

So, I've turned to this outlet for my venting.

Vogon poetry?  If you "get" British humor, you really need to read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.  If you don't "get" British humor, don't bother.  Vogon poetry, among other things, brings its readers great discomfort.  The Vogons write it for that very reason.  They use it as a form of torture.  My ramblings here will most likely bring some discomfort to those that read them.  The difference is that I don't intend discomfort, it just seems to work out that way.

Most bosses that I've had have credited me with being unafraid to tell someone their baby is ugly, i.e., I will tell you quickly and upfront if your idea is bad.  What bothers them most is that I'm better than 90% right.  My current boss has coined it "brutal honesty", a clever phrase that he saw fit to penalize me over.  So, this blog is intended to be where I identify the elephant in the room, and, share my absolutely brilliant ideas about how he got here, whose fault it is, and what exactly should be done with him.

I hope someone will read these thoughts and ideas that pop into my head, but if not, I'm finding it therapeutic just to pen them.

So buckle up, read what you want when you can and peer into the darkness that are my thoughts...