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2006-01-06 10:31 AM big trouble ooooh, there's gonna be trouble.
BIG trouble. and guess who it involves? i can see a few of you snickering already. you know i work on the computer here in the lobby, right? it's a public computer, and what i do is write longhand, transcribe them in Word, and i have a very small folder i put finished pieces in. you know, the ones that are done and formatted and ready to send out. once they are sent, i'll delete them from here. pieces that are in process are in there too, but i limit myself to only a couple of those. everything, even the crumbs, are sent to my email account. anyhow. there's a computer on the boss's desk. it's HER computer. she let one person have the password, and it wasn't long before EVERYONE had it. not a big deal, really, until she got ready to go on vacation and realized Guido had the password. AND he was getting into every one of her files. in addition to that, somehow he got the password to her email account ( ! ) and was diving in there too!!! how sneaky and lowdown is that? so she changed all her passwords and no one can get on back there, they have to use the 'puter up here. ( i can tell you know where this is going. ) first thing i did is password protect my stories. that way, he can't do anything to them...not delete them, not read them ( he is not worthy, the meatball ) or anything else. i keep my eye on him, friends and neighbors...he's sneaky and he's a liar, and he makes me want to slap him. AND he takes up my time here. usually i can count on a couple of hours without having to get up, but not anymore. this morning i came out and he was sitting here ( the thought of my precious butt cheeks in the same chair his hairy monkey ass sits in make me want to PUKE! ) and he KNOWS this is the time i come out. ( okay, i'm a little late but that doesn't matter. ) and what is he doing? well, i have a sneaky streak too, when it comes to self-preservation. i sat on the couch behind him and was able to see what he was up to. HE'S FUDGING THE STATS HERE BY FILLING OUT BOGUS SURVEYS!!!! trouble. big trouble. i have to continue later.... Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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