I’m a call center supervisor, so I know what it must be like to teach an unruly, immature high school class. I thought the job would entail making schedules and teaching employees how to push our new debit cards, but most of my time is spent refereeing petty squabbles and begging people to fill in for other workers that are too hung over to report to work.
On Monday, my employee Craig’s computer wasn’t working, so I had him work at Nick’s workstation. When Nick returned to work on Tuesday, he said to me, “I don’t mind you having someone else use my computer, but whoever did changed all of my settings and cleared my browser history.” Call center workers aren’t supposed to be websurfing at work, and we keep a log of all visits regardless of the browser history. I went to the IT guy and got a printout of all the websites Craig visited. I then went home and checked them out. In addition to some mundane things, Craig went to a couple of dating websites, a site about the detrimental affects of prolonged meth use, and several porn sites catering to men who like larger women.
Looking at porn at work is a terminable offense, so Craig no longer works for the company. Now I have to interview a bunch of losers to find a replacement who I’ll probably have to fire in a month anyway. This isn’t the worst of it, though. Unbeknownst to me, my loving wife Audrey regularly checks my browser history. I know this because she subtly (or as subtly as she could) asked me if I was cheating on her, doing meth, or wanted her to put on a few pounds.
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