Susan's Beeswax

Not.

More porn issues at work. Last week we watched an employee lose his job of over four years in a high turn-over postion for looking at nekkid chicks at work. Monday, some other guy asks why the one computer is locked off to the side of me. I log on, look & don’t initially see anything of any interest. The other two computers are logged off & when I log back on they pop right up. I tell him he can use them and I’ll have someone out to look at the other computer in a bit. After he leaves, I think to check the task manager. Oh. Lookie there, it’s because there are about five screens worth of hardcore porn & one of them has hung the computer so I end task and shut the computer. Let the bossman know. Today poor P found it — 15 screens worth of popups, he nearly had a heart attack. Poor P. He doesn’t do well with this sort of stuff at work. To the point that he won’t even hold my hand when we walk to the cafeteria as it’s “inappropriate work behavior”. Um. Dood. We’re MARRIED.

It’s such a huge issue in public libraries, but hasn’t so much been one in our corporate library because we have a no tolerance porn policy at work & porn=fired-ass-in-bad-economy.

I don’t know. It seems simple to me. Work/public space=not look at T&A or PIV or whatever your kink is. Ok, here is the corollary: it’s simple to assume that people get off doing things they’re not supposed to be doing. In theory, all of this is very interesting. In practicality, it really boils down to the very, very boring fact that somebody is getting off by acting inappropriately in public space. These are not people who don’t have computers at home where I work. Trust me when I say this. They have computers at home. I’ll argue for the creation and distribution of porn, lots of porn, ’til I’m blue in my face. But I don’t want to see it at work. I don’t work in an erotica library.

If I may speak to the immature gits who do this, here, for a moment… I don’t want your fucking private life intruding on my job and my public life. And I know you think that’s fun/ny. You, who drive the big dick-extender lexus, or suv, or mercedes, or bmw, or tricked out honda. You, whose sense of entitlement is, amazingly, larger even than your Napoleon complex ego. We will catch you, and when we do, you can rest knowing that you’re going to be looking for a new job in a Very Ugly post dot-com econ. You’re not special. Fuck you very much.

My sympathies to the public librarians who have to deal with this. And no, I still don’t think filters would help.