Wired reports that more and more often, people running weblogs are being fired from their jobs over the content of their web site. Their tale of woe includes three examples of what seem to be somewhat justifiable terminations. The least justifiable was a stewardess who based her whole blog around being a stewardess. When she posted photos of herself in uniform on her website, Delta fired her for improper use of a company uniform. I don't know if she posted anything the company would (or could) consider negative, but since she appeared in company uniform they sent her packing. It seems like a shitty thing to do, but then Delta is a shitty airline.

Another case involved a web designer who used her weblog to bitch about her coworkers and people with whom she worked. (DUH!) When the company got wind of it, she was cut loose. Perhaps the most justifiable case was a Microsoft temporary worker who posted a few pictures he had taken of their headquarters facility in Redmond. Perhaps it was his wanton violation of their security policy, or the fact that he was seeking to publicly embarrass Microsoft by revealing their purchase of the latest Macintosh computers. Either way, he should have seen the pink slip coming from a mile away.

Here at Ravenwood's Universe we follow a simple rule. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. This blog is not financially solvent and it can support neither itself nor it's author. Therefore there will never EVER be any posts about my job, my company, or the work that I do. In fact, one of the reasons I use a pseudo-alias is to help prevent my company from finding this website to begin with. Now, once they found this site, they could easily check the domain registration or any of the photographs to verify my identity. But beyond that, I figure why advertise.

Of course, the threat can come from the other direction as well. All it would take is a well-placed phone call from an angry reader or a troll, and yours truly would be just another unemployment statistic. I think I'll stick to maintaining a low profile. In the immortal words of Beavis, "I'm in burrito".