Petyr The Great is only a handle. My Dad’s last name is not Great.
Why the name? To keep my job, of course.
Here is the kool aid: I would love to be completly honest all the time. I wish we lived in a society where people could speak and debate without the worry of personal or property damage in retaliation. I also don’t want the cops charging into my home, if I mention I occasionally like to smoke a little pot. Oops… I mentioned it. And I know that I am wearing a tin foil hat, but…
Here is reality: The world can be a really unforgiving, fucked up place. I am comfortable and happy. I would like to keep it that way.
What to keep on the down low:
Where I call home? Somewhere in the bible belt. Why mention this? So you maybe can see where I am coming from on some subjects in the future posts.
The job I want to keep? Fortune 50 company as a cubicle monkey doing technical sales consulting.
Probably just narrowed it down too far, but I believe in Karma. I would like to be a friend with the world wide web and not hide my head in the sand. I want to be completely open with my online journal (the window to my soul) without the beauratic face I put on everyday when I normally socialize with the world face to face. Since I am being so open myself, I am hoping the web will open a little more for me. Here’s to the idea and the evolution, Cheers!
