See, it’s stories like this + the OP that make me wonder what the hell people are thinking after one warning. One warning and I’d be fucking mortified. Mortified that at least a couple other people in the company know what a little perverted slime I am, that I don’t have the self-discipline to keep it confined to my personal hours, and furthermore know that my job is, to a degree, in jeopardy. I’d be keeping my head ve-eeeeery low and my ear to the ground and my nose to the grindstone, and a hundred other metaphors, hoping that eventually, in a few years, due to attrition, I’ll outlast the HR and IT people that know, and earn back at least a clean slate reputation.
I think it’s folks who get off on automobile transmissions. Watching those gears mesh together, that’s really hot. Ooh, double clutch me baby, just the way I like it.