I don't like to call my current workplace 'site' (it's a call cenner, for crying out loud). Many of my coworkers do ... it's hip. But the word 'site' for me evokes images where there's a big hole or burn in the ground or where there's a generally unpleasant thing happening -- crash site, mine site, bomb site, dump site . . . . A beehive of frantic activity . . . On second thought, they may be right -- it is a 'site' afterall . . .
It's an anagram of my name. Think of me as Just Another Passerby