I busted a guy at work whom would spend close to 4 hours a day surfing for pr0n.. mostly fettish and animal stuff. The sad thing is, he did not get fired. He DID, however, have to go to "sex addiction rehab" for a month.. I bet that was fun to have to explain to the wife..
Che, the only homo sapien I have ever had to invite to leave a company did the same thing. Imagine my surprise when I went to his computer, where he was supposed to be monitoring IDS systems, only to find pages and pages of large breasted women doing unspeakable things with barn-yard animals. And yes, he did get invited to seek opportunities elsewhere!
WTF? Is the preponderence of humanity this stupid?
I got plenty of those stories myself... leaving to a side the ones that had put me on unexpected vacations in cold and shady places, eating bolognia sandwitches, or some, close encounter of the third kind with fibbies... actually, that, I may reserve it for defcon with a beer... maybe.
Lets see, at one time I was trying to score with an out of this world hotie, but she mispell my e-mail address and her e-mail was not reaching me, so I got into her account and reply my own mail right from her undelivery messages... didn't last long before she realized that, and freak out... yeaph never hear about her again....
Yeaph, don't even say it... I was not myself alright!
In my experience, usually more so... The Darwin Awards are proof of that.
Ah, yes. But my favorite is still the idiot who put the shotgun shell in place of a burned out fuse in his car and ended up blowing away his left testicle.
Imagine my surprise when I went to his computer, where he was supposed to be monitoring IDS systems, only to find pages and pages of large breasted women doing unspeakable things with barn-yard animals. And yes, he did get invited to seek opportunities elsewhere!
WTF? Is the preponderence of humanity this stupid?
r0cketgrl
Heh, I busted a guy for running an MP3 server and the wierdest thing of all - several GIGS for Cathy Lee Gifford pictures (all sorts), fan fiction, etc. That was just plain wierd.
Heh, I busted a guy for running an MP3 server and the wierdest thing of all - several GIGS for Cathy Lee Gifford pictures (all sorts), fan fiction, etc. That was just plain wierd.
That is not only scary, it's down right disturbing! How can you sleep at night?
MA, do I have stories for this thread....... hhhmmm... where to start,
I once worked for Marroitt doing maintainance, I used to put rooms on the "OOS" (Out Of Service) list and then go take a nap.
I almost got caught *boinking* one of the girls from the cafe in one of the rooms.
I would also take naps in the attic/storage area.
I ordered a replacement computer for the office because the guy I replaced had a 12" STERO MAGNET STICKING TO THE SIDE OF THE TOWER!!! and because I was the person in charge of lifting things , and installing things, I just put the PC in my back seat and too it home.. the old one worked fine it turns out.
and that isn't all... God I loved that job...
If I had a nickle for every time someone offered me ten cents to keep my two cents to myself... I would be a rich man.
In one of my tours as a sys admin I received a complaint of Internet abuse on a computer which could not spare a single clock second for anything unofficial. I checked it out -- porn, of course.
Turns out the person on the PC was checking hotmail, and the spam in the mailbox was for porn, and he thought clicking on the pron would keep him in his mailbox. Well I would buy that if the times on the caches were not covering every minute of the day for 10 hours!
That is when I found out that hotmail pages reside in Temporary Internet File caches, in complete form. That's also the day I stopped using hotmail except on my home PC.
Anyway I duly copied all the files to a CD for further action. No action was ever taken. Turns out I inadvertently copies the desktop.ini file which made the entire CD structure display the contents of the PC on which it is viewed, so the power that be opened the CD and saw their own Temporary Internet files. I bet that was interesting.
No one got fired, and everyone thought there was no limit on what they could get away with after that.
Working as a wage slave tech at a big box computer retailer just after high school had it's moments:
Doing a quick search for .jpg and .gif on systems in for service was quite amusing. Also led to a few kids getting grounded for a few years (Yeah, all your free space was taken up by porn sir! You might want to talk to little Billy)
One guy, after a day of owning his computer, popped off the wrong side panel while trying to install a NIC. In the process of putting it back on he did'nt line everything up and ended up using a hammer to 'make it fit', completly destroying it. He came in the next day and I laughed in the customers face asking 'Why did you think a hammer was nessecary to reassemble it?', and then proceeded to get one of the digital cameras to take photo's of it, with him standing next too it!
A few co-workers had some good ones too:
The tech dept. was out of sight behind a counter. For no reason one of the techs shout's 'I am Satan' at the top of his lungs. I heard it at the other end of the store quite clearly. (bout 150 feet!)
One client was a deeply religious Minister who'd hobby was indexing the people buried in graveyards. One of the phone techs was heard to exclaim; 'I was dead, but now I'm not. So take me off your list'.
Had one of the techs on a cell phone call up the phone support line as a customer and talk to the easily flustered receptionist swearing and demanding to talk to a manager (who was in on it). The manager takes phone from her: 'Hello, this is the manager. Uh huh, uh huh. Ok. Well you can eat shit asshole, and while your at it you can shove that computer us your momma's ass'. The look of absolute horror on the receptionists face was truely priceless.
There was the orginized gold bricking.
The kickbacks we were getting for providing a quiet cabinet in the back to sales people to sleep off hangovers.
I should have been fired dozens of times, but I made myself too indispensable. Lotsa good times
How about skatingyour datacenter between the lieberts, E10k, and T3 storage arrays? I used to get away with everything at this job, just me and my lonesome 4 blocks away from the project manager with my private office... Coming in at 11am.. leaving at 4pm.. and skateboarding all day.. until the top brass of the company one day paid an unexpected visit with the client's top brass and there I was curled up and sleeping next to my quietly purring systems.
Last edited by Mr. Peabody; February 4, 2004, 13:30.
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