Identity Crisis

I'm sure that some of you will think this is a dumb post. But it's something that does need to get said here.

I don't use real names here. I don't say where I work or even what state I live in.

For obvious reasons.

The Department of Corrections tends to be a highly paranoid institution when it comes to it's image. We have such a bad reputation that they will stomp hard on anyone slinging mud, real or imagined.

And I do tend to sling a little mud, now and then.

They cannot "officially" make me stop blogging. Hell, they can't even prove it's me without a federal court order. But they can and will make things difficult for me at work if they think I have become an embarrassment to the department. And some or most of the higher-ups wouldn't look kindly on some of the things I have said here.

Again, for obvious reasons.

I have decided, for simplicity's sake, to combine two of my favorite things, my blog and "Resident Evil" and create a cosmology that we can live in.

If you think that's dumb, get over it. I've gotten some funny looks, lately.

So from now on, if you would, please refer to the state/city/institution only as "Raccoon City" and the house where I/we work only as either the Adseg Unit or "The Hive". It will simplify things a bit and keep me out of difficulty.

It's a difficult enough job without adding more. Those of you who know me know that I don't walk away from a fracas, but there are some battles that my arms are way too short to fight.

And some days just walking into the place feels like working my way through a city full of murderous zombies.

Unarmed.

But none of my coworkers look anything like Milla Jovovich. Even with clothes on.

Bummer.