So I almost got “Dooced” yesterday, or at least I felt like that’s where the conversation I had with my creative director was heading when he came in to my office and shut the door behind him (something that never happens). I did a follow-up piece over on my other blog about a certain automotive lobby that wasn’t outlandish or slanderous in the slightest, but for some reason, someone at the entity found the post and then went directly to the Vice President with the issue. I thought for sure a pink slip was forth coming.

Thankfully my creative director is quite possibly the coolest boss I’ve ever had. He’s done more for me in the past 2 years than anyone has done my entire career, and that’s a large part of why I have stuck it out at my current job. I owe him a mountain of thank you notes.

Basically, since I was soliciting companies to become consultation clients, my blog is a conflict of interest to my company. I kind of saw their side of the argument, but I also felt it would take a mighty big leap to say that I have endangered their business in the slightest. However, I want to keep my job because it comes with this nice paycheck every two weeks that I pretty much can’t live without, so I sat on my pride and pulled out the Splenda tactics (staying sweet and accommodating) in order to maintain my gainful employment.

The VP, who I should mention is a mountain of a man and fairly intimidating with his handlebar mustache, said that he didn’t care if I blogged as long as I didn’t solicit any clients of the company. He even complimented me on my writing, which was shocking, but a nice way to lighten the mood. I respectfully agreed to his compromise and went about my way, but not before I tore down every incriminating post on the site.

Did I sacrifice a bit of my integrity in that moment? Yeah maybe, but at least I didn’t have to come home to Leslie and tell her how much of a fuck-up I am. Now that would be painful.

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