This whole thing started a few years back, when he was not my boss, or anything similar. We met through work, we did a few tough projects together, we grew to respect each other, then like each other, and eventually we became friends. I’ve added several of my real-life work friends, including him, as Facebook friends.
Firstly, there seemed to be no harm in doing that. I maintain a Facebook page that my mother can see. I mean, not that she’s tech savvy enough to be on Facebook (and I’ll be the last one to educate her), but still. Besides, my husband’s mother is on Facebook, and it seemed rude to refuse her friend request (although I procrastinated as long as possible). So, you can tell my political attitude (uber-liberal) and religious leaning (none) from my Facebook page. You see the things that I care about (mostly links to NY Times or NPR stories). You get a window into my weird sense of humor. But (and this is important), you do not get to see any semi-naked pictures of me getting drunk.
Secondly, I travel to places where most people haven’t been. I post those travel photos on Facebook, and truthfully, that’s mostly the reason that anyone is interested in my posts. Some of my friends (and work friends) claim that they are just living vicariously through me. I’m happy to share my adventures with one and all.
Nonetheless, one person I refrained from adding on Facebook was the person who used to be my manager. Because — you NEVER know. I mean, what if I’m just playing with my keyboard someday, and the random key strokes happen to spell out an expletive, and then my finger slips on the “Post” button? It could happen, right? Better be safe than sorry, and all that.
So, all was going swimmingly, until the soul searching following my brain tumor made me decide to come out about my depression. (Oh yes, I am going to use the brain thing as an excuse!) I came out in this blog. And I created a Facebook page for it, one that currently has (drum roll) 1645 followers (which is exciting because, by choice, I only have a couple of hundred Facebook friends). One of those followers is my new manager. And he reads this blog. (I know, because he’s left comments.)
From no angle can this be considered good. Yes, it’s a new world and all that, and everyone is broad-minded enough not to discriminate, but do you really want your employer to know that you have a chronic mental condition? The good news, I suppose, is that he hired me after being fully informed. But what now? What if my finger slips (see above)? Should I ask him to stop reading? Should I un-friend him (which would be pretty pointless since it wouldn’t take him off my public blog page)? Should I just tell him that I believe in separation of work-and-personal life, and he cannot allow our personal relationship to encroach on our business relationship?
Perhaps, if he’s reading this post, he’ll give me a suggestion.