The problem with having a blog and working all the time (or, alternately, the problem that having this blog has revealed to me about working all the time) is that pretty much the only things that happen to me happen at work (with the rare exception, like being almost killed by a bicyclist on my way to a work event). And, given that my contract with the temp agency specifically precludes "running a website" during work hours, probably I should avoid blogging about work (though I'll occasionally indulge in transgressions of the "here is what having my job is like" sort which is different then the "here's what my office is like" sort, which ends up as an expose and a pink slip, except that because I'm a temp there probably wouldn't be much paperwork involved in firing me).

Of course, this dilemma permeates other aspects of life as well. A lot of the time I feel like I have to talk about is work, and I have to go through and describe everyone and explain the subtle dynamics and then on the rare occasion work life collides with the outside world and your roommate asks you "Who was that?" it seems like it should be obvious who it is because you talk about them all the time because you spend all your time with them, but of course it's not. And furthermore, this whole problem is self-perpetuating because only the people at work know the people at your work so if you want someone to understand the subtle dynamics the only people you can discuss them with are other people from work and so you further insulate yourself in the work world, and so on and so forth.

It's a daunting prospect.