Sometimes It Is The Seemingly Good Ones that Have All the Fun Behind Your Back

My wife’s family owns a company. They got a call a couple of weeks ago from the fraud department of the bank. It seemed that a finance manager had been making regular transfers from the company’s account to his personal accounts. The bank advised contacting the DA which the company did. It wasn’t a hard case for the DA to research. They finished their research and made their full drama arrest in the middle of a meeting at work.

All of the employees were worked up after that. Today, the police came in to do further investigation.

The computer analysts came in and they instantly found porn. Gay porn. Some of it with very young looking models. Nothing wrong with being gay but nobody ever suspected it and they sure as hell didn’t expect a high level manager of looking at porn all day at work. The DA doesn’t know if they can pursue a kiddie porn charge based on ambiguous images alone.

Then, they searched his desk physically. There were tiny Smirnoff Vodka bottles everywhere. They also thought there was drug residue in the desk.

Good Lord. This was a manager that they liked.

Wow.

At my work, it was discovered that someone took the last ice cube and didn’t fill the trays.

I fear for the security of my stapler!

So…I guess they’re hiring?

I know I’d like my boss a lot more if he was constantly drunk, stoned, and sexually satisfied.

I changed positions within the company I worked for a few years back, and on my new computer (somebody’s old computer, who was laid off) I found a directory of movies featuring women urinating.

I’d like my JOB a lot more if I was drunk, stoned and sexually satisfied.

I started a new job and the other person had transfered to a new city. A week into the job I was going through what were now my files. I found about fifty pages of filty trucker jokes and cartoons. I did the proper thing and took it home so the business wasn’t liable.

When a coworker of mine asked me for help cleaning out his old files and getting rid of spyware on his computer, I found TONS and I mean TONS of asian-girl porn. I didn’t say anything to him, just deleted it. I don’t think he understood the concept that simply by looking at an image on the internet it would be saved in a file on his computer. Now I know why he works such late nights.

Huh, I thought only movie and TV cops did that.

I second both Marlitharn and fessie.

So where do those images get stored? I’ve always wondered about that. Not that I look at porn at work or anything, I just have a lot of ignorance when it comes to the inner workings of PCs.

As to the OP, good God.

My husband once had to fire a contractor working for his group (a corporate office job), because he was openly and obviously watching porn on his compter. Especially naked volleyball. He was asked twice to stop and didn’t, so out he went.

This here, these boards are about as risque as I dare get at work. Even at that, every so often a seemingly innocent link gets me the dreaded black screen telling me I went to a not-work-safe site and my district’s web nazis have it blocked.

Maybe I’ll take up gay naked volleballers urinating on each other as my away-from-work hobby.

Hell, I’d take any one of the three.

Ok…this didn’t happen on the job, but it was still a discovery you just. don’t. want to make.

My friend was renting a room to another friend, who was dating a 3rd friend. Who was a bit “off” to say the least. So, the boarder changed rooms and my friend had to go into his old room to clean stuff out.

Shd found pictures of the “off” friend wearing a leather hood and giving the boarder friend a blow job.

I really don’t need to see what my friends are doing behind closed doors. I prefer my porn to remain nameless.

I recently discovered that an old friend of mine is an IT manager at my phone company/ISP. he was telling me about when he had first started, and got the inevitable request from a VP (sales) to “take a look” at his home computer (This is expressly forbidden. He was waiting for the request to come in). While he was searching for viruses and crapware, he stumbled upon a series of what he described as “uncomfortably violent niche porn.” He turned to the VP and said, “I’ll have to delete this.” The guy shouted “those goddamn kids!” He was in his 30s, and his kids were all under 7.

I recently discovered that an old friend of mine is an IT manager at my phone company/ISP. he was telling me about when he had first started, and got the inevitable request from a VP (sales) to “take a look” at his home computer (This is expressly forbidden. He was waiting for the request to come in). While he was searching for viruses and crapware, he stumbled upon a series of what he described as “uncomfortably violent niche porn.” He turned to the VP and said, “I’ll have to delete this.” The guy shouted “those goddamn kids!” He was in his 30s, and his kids were all under 7.

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So where do those images get stored?

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In Windows, look for a folder called “Temporary Internet Files”. You may be surprised what’s in there. What Macs do with this stuff, I have no idea.

Would Temporary Internet Files also be the cache if you use Firefox? I like to clean my net history out every so often.

PORN? I wish.
I replaced someone (let’s call her Rebecca, that’s her name) who moved into a far better position; on her computer were her draconian directions for the poor bridesmaids in her recent performance, I mean, wedding. I imagined them being read in a thick East German accent -

“You VILL be unadorned and you VILL only wear ze jewelry I haff giffen you to vear.”

“You VILL haff your hair done as I haff approved by the stylist I haff approved. I haff made your appointment and confirmed it for you.” (Because you are EEDIOT!)

“Ven my muzzer-in-law comes to peek you up in ze mini-van ze day off ze veddink, you VILL be ready and not make her vait.” For she vill get cranky and KEEL you like a dog mit her bare handz.

There were more in that same vein, and the instructions for the rehearsal were just as bad and included personal jabs at some of the 'maids and their hygeine habits. I printed out copies for the rest of the people who used to work with her and we all sat around laughing and feeling bad for the entire party. Mind you, I took over her job about 3-4 months after she got married and she had already thrown out her hubby and taken up w/ a guy we all worked with until she saw if things were going to ‘work out’.