Big Brother is Watching

I'm sitting at my desk when W comes up.

"Is lunchbox here today?" That's the pet name we have for one of our coworkers. He's always eating.

"No. He's at a conference."

"Great. I can talk about him then."

"That's not very nice, W" I say.

(Like I have any room to talk).

So the conversation goes on. Eventually the topic moves on to the internet. W mentions a message board he visited, at home of course, because doing things like that at work is against our acceptable use policy.

(Hmmm......what about blogging?)

"I swear two of our old employees were talking about proprietary information."

"Are you sure?" I said.

"Yeah, there was just too much in common with what goes on here. The guy even mentioned he got fired. I think I know who it is."

"Why'd he get fired?"

"He was downloading porn."

Now I don't have a filter for things like this, so immediately out of my mouth comes.....

"Oh I just download all my porn at home."

(What the f.....???? Where did that come from???!!!)

Laughing, W says, "That's good because we just installed our new tracking software so everything you do on the internet is logged."

Me acting nonchalant, "REeeahhhlllyyyy?"

"Oh yeah, any incident of inappropriate use is flagged and reviewed."

"Who reviews it?" I ask nervously.

"Lunchbox."

Well, let me just say halleluiah and praise the Lord! Lunchbox is my buddy and he's gettin' a cake tomorrow.

That's all I have to say.