I feel like a Scooby-Doo villan. My grandiose plan, which likely cost several thousand dollars to implement, to steel a jewel worth $1,000 has been thwarted by a group of kids and their meddling dog.
I have been discovered. My co-workers read the Army Times article and my mention was enough to make them think it was me. I issued a couple of half-hearted denials, but in the end it was pointless. Turns out my super-sneaky nickname of my rank and the initial of my last name wasn't concealing enough. Plus, there aren't too many detailed Army Reserve recruiters out there who are "tech-savvy" enough to use the web. I didn't have the heart to tell them that Blogger isn't really all that tough to use. Of the 400 recruiters in my office (I'm only exaggerating a little, we've got a lot of people) there are three, myself included, who do not view the computer as some sort of strange, evil box that will steal your soul. A strange evil box that will steal your soul or show you pictures of nekkid women.
So, now my co-workers know who I am. C'est la vie (SSG B: La vee). Maybe I'll change some of what I say, maybe I won't. Who knows. The only... uncomfortable... feeling is knowing that if the Scooby Gang of my office can figure it out the Keystone Kops of the higher-ups should be able to stumble it out as well. Eh... Jack Army can reveal all his info and still be the most-awesomest recruiter blogger out there so maybe I'll get to that point as well. In the mean time I will soon be posting a picture of me because I'm vain like that. But now I've got a round of golf waiting for me. Here's hoping I can crack 130.