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"In this country, it is good to kill an admiral from time to time, to encourage the others." - Voltaire, Candide.

Given what I learned today, I might have done well to lock this post, but that's rather akin to locking the barn door after the horse has bolted, been rounded up by unscrupulous knackers, and rendered into glue for the gleeful consumption of your local kindergarten class. So, hello to the anonymous fellow in the suit! Have some glue. It's delicious.

The mystery of my firing last week has finally been unveiled. I was only, as it turns out, half-right when I tried to guess them. The mistake I made was not expecting this blog to show up on a Google query about my now ex-employer, done by an exceedingly high-ranking executive with an understandable penchant for seeking out publicity about their baby, (I named them once, and I still can't find that entry on any Google query about that company that doesn't specifically mention LJ. Cuuurious. ).

Exception was apparently taken to my public comment about occasionally misusing office Internet access for personal unwinding, and the relatively tacit acceptance of this by supervisors. No doubt the other online comments about the company "killing [another former employee, probably from the call centre] inside every single day" were just fine.They probably were, since I don't think Executive X raised a productivity issue as much as a data security issue, a concern which, given what I saw of their IT setup, demonstrates a misunderstanding of the Internet and information technology (and more importantly, the capabilities of system admins) so fundamental as to make Ted Stevens cry out in joy.

Regardless, my manager, after what I can only imagine was one of the more unpleasant meetings of his career, was left with no choice but to insitute a more stringent policy regarding office Internet use (the details are of course none of our business, but unless there are some Websense-y technical teeth...or, perhaps, more firings, behind it, I don't see it working very well), and, oh yes, to fire me immediately. It's almost flattering to have had my head called for by someone that high up. If it had only been intentional, there wouldn't be an almost about it. It's like a Rube Goldberg device attached to a guillotine - you know it's going to end badly, but once you see the way it works you have to watch it again and again.

But enough of that.

This weekend was good on the whole. Hitting Remedy with Tara, Nathan, and Joyce on Saturday was great (actually meeting Joyce, as opposed to being ambushed by her at a bus station to be informed of a surprise party I have to attend, was great), and I generally love the place. It's not a stereotypical coffee shop, or bar, or restaurant, as much as some bizarre and compelling combination of the three. I know I haven't had a better chai in, like, ever.

Getting home, as usual, was a nightmare, but this time it was my fault. I tried to avoid the usual Saturday night delays by calling a cab before my bus had actually gotten to Town Centre, only to find out, 90 nippy minutes later, that it had been and gone before I got there. I hate it when I outsmart myself.

At Nathan's urging, I pre-ordered a copy of Defcon over the weekend, and...acquired a leaked review copy of the game for testing purposes in the meantime. *evilgrin* It's great, usually-quick fun and easy to learn (I won my first couple of games against the AI, at least), and feels very war-room like, right down to the sterile but haunting soundtrack. It does capture the War Games feel that they were apparently trying to.

If I could name a problem I had, they would be the surprisingly high effectiveness of missile defense (though I imagine that was a gameplay decision more than anything else). Of course, that might also have been because I was playing as Europe, whose size makes it easy to put under an ABM umbrella. Of course, those ABMs will usually get distracted by harmless missiles heading towards Russia, the Mideast, and occasionally even Africa, which opens the way to some interesting strategies. A lot of the realities of the game are like that, multilayered.

Some of them, however, are like this. The reaction in the chat channels in that screenshot from the Defcon Beta tournament still has me in stitches. I can't wait for release on Friday when I can try my hand against humans.

I was in a bit of a melancholy funk Sunday and Monday, but ironically it would seem that solving last week's mystery has wrenched me out of it temporarily.

-D.

Comments

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vlosk
Sep. 27th, 2006 12:58 pm (UTC)
..... shit! I seem to remember a 'hide from spiders' check way back in the day, but still, that relly sucks. From what I remember, it would be like us joking in the back of superstoreeating opened and to be destroyed [bulk package] of halloween chocolate bars - fundementally against all the rules, but everyone did it and if the manager caught you it would be a slap on the wrist; equivalent in your position being a little browsing between times, and listening to online radio; perhaps not stellar behavior, but for an active internet connection, hardly a boot-out-the-door-worthy-offense...
Oiy...
paleshadow
Sep. 27th, 2006 02:27 pm (UTC)
Meh. What was left out of your scenario was somebody from Corporate finding out about it, and flying down to chew out your manager in person. If there's any way that ends that doesn't involve blood in the aisles, I want to hear about it. :P

I'm not angry or even surprised, just amused. If I was angry I wouldn't have posted about it - there's far too much potential drama, and I'm too good at pissing people off when I put my mind to it (which is admittedly rare).

-D.
doctorcomputer
Sep. 27th, 2006 10:50 pm (UTC)
Wouldn't you know it, that screenshot happens to be my wallpaper right now :)
nwalya
Sep. 28th, 2006 06:14 am (UTC)
loves me some Chigbo
Why do I suddenly want to come live with you in Canada and be your personal cheuffer (sp?) ? Oh, the voodoo that you do.
bob13
Sep. 28th, 2006 05:29 pm (UTC)
Yeouch
I had the same thing happen to me, well, almost... my old blog made it's way around the office, my boss popped a vein and went pretty nuts, but it wasn't quite enough to toss me. Still, it was unpleasant enough for me to drop my domain, switch to LJ, and self-censor so I don't turn up on a search. I dislike it, especially given my socially liberal leanings, but I dislike unemployment even more.

So, questions for the experienced weblogger. Do you overly care what people see? Do you censor yourself so you don't hurt feelings? What's your opinion when people see something they don't like? And they confront you on it? What about the flipside, like if we devoted a thread to "Megami No-Uchi is hot" or something.

Are you of the "Frack you, I'll write what I want" crowd, or the "If you read it, you deserve what you get" ilk, or... ?
paleshadow
Sep. 28th, 2006 11:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Yeouch
I'm generally fairly open and nonchalant about what people see here. When I lock an entry, it's usually more because I don't expect someone to care about it than because I expect someone to be hurt by it.

That might just be because I generally don't talk shit about individuals, though. This is honestly the first time I've been confronted like this over something I wrote here (and it was positive, at that. :D). So while I may be experienced, I don't know if I'm experienced in precisely that way.

If someone sees something here that they like or don't like, it remains my opinion. If that means we get to have a chat about things, so be it.

Besides, she is hot. Have always thought so. :P

-D.
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