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Bad ecomony equals bad drivers…

Is it just me or is it that since we have hit this wonderful recession people are driving even more carelessly and even faster than before? I don’t remember being this scared hitting the highway since I was a teenager with a new license. Is it that people feel they don’t have much to lose? Are they rushing to their third job? I just don’t get it. A few weeks ago I was convinced that someone was looking to kill themselves via head on collision.

It’s just who I am…

Thanks for the suggestions of a new name everyone. I’d like to still see them coming because they are quite amusing.

i-used-to-care-magnet-c11750010.jpegI guess when I started blogging over here I thought it best to use a handle of some kind. It was first, Janus_Gate. But I soon found that this particular Roman god of gates and doorways, and who happens to share space on my back as a well-placed tattoo, was quite a popular a name. Then it was Arm Jerker J. I might have come up with that one while sipping some sake. It stuck around longer. And I thought it was catchy. But I got tired of it and people were still confused by it!

I thought it best to try to be anonymous on here but as many have done already, you can find me around Google anyway. I guess I was scared. I’ll admit it. Would my job find out and tell me to tear this down? Would they be mad at my bluntness? Notice I said mad. Not surprised. I’m about the same in person as I am on here. Very blunt. Too open. Too honest. And if they did fire me, I’ve heard time and time again the tactics potential employers use to find people online to see who they really are before hiring which kind of sucks but is the reality of today’s super-highway drawbacks.

All that said. I’ve just decided to use my real name of Jenice, as Greg seemed to dig as well. It may be the death of me I guess. But I’m tired of fake names and monikers. I like this blog as I hope you do as well, so I’m not ashamed of it. In fact I’m kind of proud of it. Let the chips fall where they may, as the saying goes. But just know, I may be couch-surfing at your house one day if I get canned!