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azurelunatic) wrote2001-09-02 04:49 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2001-09-02 04:49 pm
we won't stop until we find underpants
Work today was ... well... work. I got pulled off the teen antismoking survey to go to the fast food survey with V*. She bitched. As usual. She'd be such a sweet girl if she didn't complain so much ... or be paranoid about her boyfriend so much.
We chatted about the general lousiness of the company, and how to best get fired (a couple bright boys decided to get online from the company computers, and were promptly sacked). I immediately figured out one of the (at least three) possible ways to get access to the world wide web from a company computer, never mind that said computers are almost impossibly crippled so that we weird and creatively stupid workers won't do anything to hack them up.
We are not allowed to change our screen colors from white text on blue to the more eye-friendly white on black, by the way. The rationale that V* quoted, straight from her supervisor boyfriend, was that if you figure out how to change your screen color, you might also figure out how to hurt the computer system or get online. So they will actively discourage any screwing around with screen color to discourage any other poking around with the controls of the computer to see what it does. The first time you change your screen color you get a warning (in theory). (I had a supervisor come over my shoulder while I was in the middle of an interview and change it back and run off, without explaining anything to me. Hurt my eyes like hell.) Second time, you get sent home for the day. (I wasn't dumb enough, or in enough eye-pain, to do it again.)
If I stick with this company, I fully expect to be running at least part of it by the time I'm out of college. Management has dumb opinions. But then, given some of the cow-orkers I've got there, .... nevermind. Management has to deal with them too. If only everyone there were like me...
...we wouldn't get anything done.
We chatted about the general lousiness of the company, and how to best get fired (a couple bright boys decided to get online from the company computers, and were promptly sacked). I immediately figured out one of the (at least three) possible ways to get access to the world wide web from a company computer, never mind that said computers are almost impossibly crippled so that we weird and creatively stupid workers won't do anything to hack them up.
We are not allowed to change our screen colors from white text on blue to the more eye-friendly white on black, by the way. The rationale that V* quoted, straight from her supervisor boyfriend, was that if you figure out how to change your screen color, you might also figure out how to hurt the computer system or get online. So they will actively discourage any screwing around with screen color to discourage any other poking around with the controls of the computer to see what it does. The first time you change your screen color you get a warning (in theory). (I had a supervisor come over my shoulder while I was in the middle of an interview and change it back and run off, without explaining anything to me. Hurt my eyes like hell.) Second time, you get sent home for the day. (I wasn't dumb enough, or in enough eye-pain, to do it again.)
If I stick with this company, I fully expect to be running at least part of it by the time I'm out of college. Management has dumb opinions. But then, given some of the cow-orkers I've got there, .... nevermind. Management has to deal with them too. If only everyone there were like me...
...we wouldn't get anything done.