Huh. Every time I tripped over kiddie porn when I was doing computer repair, I reported it immediately. Regular porn, we'd just watch and snerk.
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
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I think anyone who's dumb enough to have porn on a computer at work is dumb enough to need firing. Plus they're opening the company up for harassment suits.
I think anyone who's dumb enough to have porn on a computer at work is dumb enough to need firing.
Hands up everybody else who reads fic at work...
That's print porn, not acutal porn porn.
Hands up everybody else who reads fic at work...
Nothing R or better.
Although it's a good thing folks can't download my brain, 'cause what I think about at work (especially during the boring, repetative task part of my work cycle) would probably get me fired on grounds of NC-17ness.
I'm paranoid about giving my work e-mail out when I buy books and such from Amazon. If someone is stupid enough to store something as legally risky as child pornography on a work computer, how did they learn enough to be able to access the internet in the first place?
I was thinking of pictures, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let written porn sit around on my computer anyway. I don't click on those links at work, and if I do, I pray that the security team is busy, and I clear my cache.
Hell, I can't view one of my web sites from work, because it's been rated PG13, so although I could still update the pictures (it's not porn, I swear) anyway, I leave that for after hours.
Skipping to ask a question.
Can someone explain this NY Times headline?
Who Needs Giacomo? Bet on the Fortune Cookie
Who's Giacomo?
Wasn't he [Giacomo] the horse that won the Kentucky Derby?
Not too long ago, I ran into a former co-worker and spoke to her for at least five minutes before she mentioned she was pregnant. Then I looked down and there was a considerable bump. Whoops.
Yup, guilty of this too, but work is a place where I feel compelled to avoid commenting on my colleagues' appearances. I might be required to raise an eyebrow if someone grew an arm out of their forehead or something like that.