all that ranting about tart cards was a beard - right?

“So on my last day will there be a leaving party for me? A cake? Some champagne? Will anyone acknowledge my work over these three years with so much as a freakin’ card? Nope. We’re not real people in Internet World. We’re just lines of text. We’re robots. And that’s how they treat us. I’m not a real flesh and blood person to them, just a name, just a person who logs in and does her work and gets paid. Today I feel more dehumanized by this job than I ever have before.”

It is like working for the CIA. If you blip out, they will send somebody else to blip on, you may not even get a star on the wall.

“This job has been a big part of my life and I’ve never been able to write about it. I’ve never even been specific about what it is I do for a variety of reasons.”

I was in the same position, even stuff like your blog was completely & so very totally verboten.

“In fact, I’ve often been paranoid about the people I work with finding out about this blog. Many of them come from the deep South and I don’t think my political views would go over too well.”

When the rank and file of my thing discovered I was on-team, they didn’t really flip, they just stopped sending baskets of fruit and good luck messages.

I am an affiliate, for want of a better expression, to a US govt. program. I don’t work for Hadrian, I work for Honorius, I think I am on the wrong side of history.

Eventually, they will stop sending coins, and on the vine the faithful will wither.

As for your first two guesses…no!

OH! Are you Dear Abby? I would die! hahaha!