EnyaJ's blog: "Do I exist?"

It's like this. 

This isn't the first blog i've ever written.  In a previous job I wrote a blog all about the people I was working with. Fun things that were said, contraversial stuff that was done.  No names mentioned.

Wasn't long before I steered a few people toward it and they then saw everything and shock horror - they realised someone was writing about them - hell, I even took the piss out of myself, so they didn't think it was me, and because of scheduled posting times, I managed to be sat in someones garden having a drink while the mystery blog writter posted another piece of gossip.  You know, the worst one ever - the one where I revealed that the boss was having an affair with someone in the company. Oh boy. All the phones were ringing then. Keep it in your trousers. And if you can't - don't brag about it, it's not ladylike.

So it definitely wasn't me, right? I had a witness to say it wasn't me.

Who was the mystery writer.. did they even exist?

..............

So - here I am - Ive arrived. I'm a bitch, sarcastic.  Love me or hate me - I'm not crying any tears or throwing any parties either way. 

Siince my "arrival" I've been accepted into a family of weird and wonderful people - yes I mean you.  Some are weirder than others. Some are definitly bonkers, biut mostly they're a good bunch of people.  Maybe I'll tell you my take on them. Anonymously, of course.

We definitely had a strange month.  I befriended an outsider, who is now an outcast.  Gotta be careful what you wish for.  A complex character, who wanted to come to the lounge with the "best music" and discuss it, appraise it, not just sit then mindlessly bopping away.

Of course not all people wanted to do that.  He was literally the odd one out in a room full of 35 or 40 people.  I don't know how you get there.  Six weeks later, still odd.  I would've gome out of pride. 

But a blog is a blog. It's not worth writing if no one is watching (creepy stalkers unite!) or reading.

Justify my continuance by telling me, do I even exist?