So recently, we had another branch open with 50 Internet computers. And we kept telling them, "wait till you guys open because then you'll know what crap we deal with every day."
But when they opened, there was no porn.
We ask them about privacy screens, but they don't need them because there's no porn.
We ask about bypassing the filter when adults want to view their Constitutionally-protected porn, but they never need to bypass the filter because no one at their branch looks at porn.
Shit.
Why do the porn people come here and not go there. Their building is brand new. They sell Red Bull in the vending machine!
Oh, well. I guess I have to accept that porn at work is going to be part of my life for a long, long time. And not just on my birthday cards. There's a woman here, who Photoshop's The Wiggles into the most offensive positions. When I get married, she's doing the invitations.
And what are you doing here anyway. I told you I quit. And look, now I'm up to 100 subscribers.
What do I need to do to get rid of you people?
("Just when I thought that I was out they pull me back in." - Michael Corleone)
