tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13886780.post-59146719293010038912008-05-10T09:15:00.002-04:002008-05-10T09:19:32.369-04:00So I was having a meeting with my boss the other day (she's new to the department, and she rocks! I was quite fond of the one she replaced, but I really like her!) about how the company steadfastly refuses to let me take any time off when the baby is born (post for another day...) and we got to talking about Charlie's health (she asked if the new baby had the same father, I said no and explained why). She said she'd love to read some of the stories, so I told her to Google my name. I knew that my name wouldn't bring her to my blog, but that the donor number would. I considered this, briefly, but decided it was no big deal. I really didn't think she would google the donor number.<br /><br />I was wrong. She told me the next day that she had googled me, and found the stories and found... my blog. And my Flickr account. Thank goodness I took down those naked Batman pics of myself!!<br /><br />So, I've been found. No more grousing about work (have I ever really done that) or anything like that. Oh well.<br /><br />So, boss lady... if you're reading this... can I have next week off?Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12133147419963948340noreply@blogger.com