It was 12 years ago, but I was fired for - supposedly - surfing inappropriate, mostly porn, sites all day long. I was arm-twisted into taking two months’s salary and leaving quietly.
Now… I was the department supervisor and our workstations formed a ring with 4-foot walls between them.
My desk was at the far side of the ring and my monitor was visible to anyone who walked by (a location I hate; I like to be able to look up and talk to people passing by, not have to turn around).
The aisle passing the entry of the ring was a major traffic corridor.
In other words, most of the company could see me and my screen at any time of the workday, and I had no way to tell if anyone was watching.
I had a much more powerful internet system at home.
In the words of Al Bester, PsiCop, “On a scale of 1 to 10… just how *stupid *do you think I am?”
But goodness me, there was the IP tracking log, all two inches thick of it, showing almost nonstop porn-o-rama’ing from my workstation, all day, every day.
Oh, did I mention that the IT manager hated my very shadow because I dared to question some of the ways he had my group set up?
Oh, did I mention that this one was one of the companies where the local UC grads worked, still wearing their alum sweatshirts, and put in 10-hour days because they lived two blocks away and had nothing else to do, while I was a family man who lived 30 miles away and put in (hard) 8 hour days?
First and last time I was ever railroaded like that. I went to work for a company down the street, having told them the absolute truth of the matter (as above)… and the IT manager dropped a case of PC parts and a screwdriver on my desk the first day and said, “You build it. I’m busy.”