Access Denied

I really wish I could bitch about my work. But I can't. I'm basically under contract not to bitch about my work. In case anyone's reading this who doesn't already know me - I work for Dr. Phil and The Amazing Race, as a transcriber/logger for both shows. It is a job without glory but with a deluge of information about the goings on of these shows before they air (for example, I'll know the winner of The Amazing Race 14 before the editors have even put together the first episode). But if I tell you what I know, I could be fined a great deal of money. Something like $10 million. I don't even have $10,000. Or $1,000. Glory-less and wealth-less these jobs I work.

But on occasion, something bothers me or tickles my fancy, and I would like nothing more than to tell the world about it. Then someone would do a Google search and I'd be cooked. I might be looked at funny for this post even, if someone was to read this that I have already typed. God knows what else. A good rule of thumb is never to put on the internet what you wouldn't say out loud to anybody, as I am always told, but that really fucking blows. I mean, I don't even want to tell you anything interesting. I just want to brag about the strange words and place-names I've learned to spell as a result of working for The Amazing Race, but that could give away the places that the teams are traveling to.

The point of the internet is to tell people things that are too mundane to even bring up in conversation, and when that right is stripped from me, I get a little testy.

I guess I can let you know one thing I learned from Dr. Phil without getting in trouble: lots of people think "themself" is a word. It is not.