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What started out as a victimless way to teach superuser peeps not to leave their computers unlocked, has finally gotten it’s first victim… It goes like this:

• Person A leaves cube/office
• Persons B, C, D (you get the picture) sneaks in and tests the computer
• Ah hah! It’s unlocked. Let’s send email to THE WORLD.
• Persons B, C, D rack their brains to come up with The Masterpeice to email THE WORLD.
• Giggles and snickers, they email The Masterpeice to THE WORLD.
• Giggles and snickers as THE WORLD begins to receive, read, and comment on The Masterpeice.
• Person A returns. Chagrinned but promising revenge.
• Several episodes happen as A goes after B, C, D. But eventually all dies down.

Usually, The Masterpeice is some pretty witty limerick about the person. All in good taste. But this time was different. After a long quiet spell, this little ditty arrived in our mailboxes:

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From: Person A
To: THE WORLD
Subject: I’m a Moron
I like big butts and I can not lie. You others brothers can’t deny. When a girl walks in with an ……………
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Imagine this going to your Senior Vice President and on down. This followed the next day:
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From: Person A
To: THE WORLD
Subject: Inappropriate email

Colleagues,
I want to apologize for an inappropriate email sent from my PC yesterday. While I was busy working with the Intel vendors, an associate(s) sent an offensive email from my machine. I was offended by their lack of taste and poor judgment as I am sure many of you were. I want to apologize to everyone for their unprofessional behavior and this event.

Thanks,
Person A
The email I am referring to contained part of a popular song that references a particular part of our anatomy.
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I’m pretty tolerant of the Boys and usually give as good as I get. My department is made up of about 60 peeps, 58 of which are men. Apparently, HR wasn’t as tolerant as me. Lets just say Persons B, C, D now have letters in their personnel files. I think life has become way too serious and intolerant. Sledge hammer to swat a fly…sigh…

Ciao

Man it’s been a hot summer. Nothing like ‘swamp weather’. Around here the humidity and temp almost match most of the times. The windows fog over on the outside when you run the air-conditioning. People run from one AC place to another. Rush-hours everyone has their AC on and windows up, leaving a trail of water drops at slow speeds.

On the flip-side, it sure does make eating chocolate enjoyable. Nothing like a semi-melted crackle bar to spark the day.

I like my company. They seem pretty relaxed for a big corporation. Kids just went by with a dog. Jake (the dog) is one of a long line of helper dogs in training that have worked here. They come and go about every 18 months. Most of them graduate to seeing-eye dog training which I’ve been told, is the top of the heap for helper dogs. Jake is an energetic but well behaved golden with soft ears. It’s cool to see him play. But when he is ‘at work’, he’s one serious dog.

Ciao