Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Working 9-5 (And Keeping It Off The Blog)
I share my life somewhat indiscriminately on this blog. You know about our visa frustrations, my approach to healthy living, and what I believe as well as what it means to be a Jewpiscopalian. I share a lot, and you know me pretty well.
One thing I don't share is my career. I used to, and you may remember reading posts from the first few years of Betsy Transatlantically's existence that revealed quite a bit about who I was from 9-5, but I don't anymore. In fact, this past summer I scrubbed my archive of almost all posts regarding my professional life and I rarely mention it at all anymore on this blog.
I thought of this yesterday, when I posted an Instagram of my desk and deleted an inappropriate comment I'd left in response to Val's compliment . The thing is, beyond little snapshots of my day - desk photos, all logos carefully hidden; selfies, when I'm dressed up for meetings or when I try out a new hairstyle; and packed snacks that make me feel terribly responsible - I learned the hard way that it isn't prudent for me to share my thoughts on what I do, where, or how. Though I never specify (and never have specified) where I am employed, you could figure it out if you tried hard enough, and I do not speak for my employer on this blog nor do I have permission from my colleagues to blog about them either directly or indirectly.
I made my peace with that from a diplomatic standpoint, but it's still frustrating. It's most obviously frustrating because I love sharing my life with you on this blog and my career is a huge part of my identity. The secondary reason it's frustrating is because I love arts and culture and I wish I could share the best of what London and Washington have to offer but, given that I've worked at musical and theatrical organizations, performing arts venues, and cultural centers in both cities as well as in New York, I'm not sure how I'd do that while keeping my professional identity distinct from my blog identity.
Does that make sense? I hope so. Anyway, I know this was a post about something I can't post about, which is sort of pointless at the end of the day, but I wanted to explain it. Thanks for reading.