I wouldn't want you to be confused, Dear Reader. So let's make this perfectly clear.
These pages, collectively known as A Slave To The Dial, describe my personal experiences as an employee of DialAmerica Marketing, Inc.
DialAmerica does not authorize or condone this website. This site is not sponsored by or affiliated with DialAmerica in any way. I no longer work for DialAmerica.
DialAmerica has their own website at www.dialamerica.com, which you can check out if you'd like to get the corporate perspective.
But guess what? I was here first. When I put these pages on-line back in 1995, DialAmerica wasn't even listed in any search engines! That's right, I created this website years before DialAmerica got their site up. What's more, I continue to believe that my site is more interesting than theirs. But you can compare the two yourself and let me know what you think.
Many DialAmerica employees have let me know (privately, of course) that they enjoy the material provided on this site. By way of contrast, you might also be interested in knowing what DialAmerica's lawyers think. And if you're truly inquisitive, you'll want to read this analysis by the Chilling Effects Clearinghouse.
I don't intend to malign my former employer. There is no defamatory content here. My intention is only to share my experiences at DialAmerica with you.
I've noticed that people are scared to talk openly and honestly in public about their experiences at work. They afraid they'll get canned -- or sued! This fear pervades our country; it has a chilling effect on public discourse about work and work-related issues.
And that's a damn shame. Along with agriculture, kinky sex, hallucinogenic drugs and religious philosophy, work is one of the primal aspects of the human condition. We can only benefit from a more open and honest dialog about work. That's the lofty goal of this humble assemblage of information -- to provide a glimpse into the personal reality behind the cold and antiseptic mask of the corporate logo.