Clean desks, Korean GFs (not mine), administrivia, and Steam

[wombat_socho]

Ironically enough, the day after I found this, we had a mind-numbingly stupid departmental Information Security meeting. Apparently having the whole floor locked down with keycard access isn't enough - now we have a "Clean Desk" policy that requires us to have all sensitive or confidential info off our desks and stored in a lockable file cabinet in our cubes at the end of the day. What of the keys? Will we be taking them home or turning them in to our supervisors? No, we will not. We will be hiding them in our cubes. P suggested I put mine in a black box labeled "I'm a ninja. You can't see me.", which would certainly highlight the massive stupidity of the whole deal. God, I can't wait to get out of here.

Last night was spent socializing and not really getting anything done, which was dumb of me; at least I should have done a first draft of my appeal letter. As it was, I spent entirely too much time chortling over this article from The Marmot's Hole on the whole Korean/foreigner dating thing. As so often happens, most of my amusement comes from the commenters, who are every bit as amusing as the crowd at Tim Blair's or Protein Wisdom. Heh.

I probably should have mentioned this yesterday when I did it, but anonymous comments are now being screened. This should be no problem for the handful of pseudo-anonymice known to me, since they tend to sign their comments anyway, and I'm obsessive enough about my e-mail that I can't go within five feet of Cowzilla without starting it up and firing up Thunderbird, where all comments go as a matter of course. Screening allowed me to purge about half a dozen stupid comments (more Queenslanders living down to the bogan stereotype, or maybe just the same moron) before they actually hit the LJ, which is a Good Thing.

Today looks like another slow day at the Evil Banking Neighbor as I supervise my understudy's work on the month-end balancing. Tonight I need to do laundry and get stuck into the psych homework.

Comments

[huladavid.livejournal.com]

We will be hiding them in our cubes.

Blink.... blink....

Uh, are ya' 'sposded to hide 'em next to where you've got your password posted?

And when I think about all the work that I really didn't have to do I did to keep things secure while at "EBN"....

[wombat-socho.livejournal.com]

Uh, are ya' 'sposded to hide 'em next to where you've got your password posted?

I'm really, really tempted to ask. I probably would have at the meeting if I hadn't been having such a hard time staying awake.

[huladavid.livejournal.com]

I understand. Believe me.

I still don't get why you can't take your desk keys home with you.

[wombat-socho.livejournal.com]

It's the kindergarten managerial mentality we have in this department: "You can't take them home because you might lose them, and then we'd have to send off to Germany and have them remade for $30 apiece." The whole exercise is just eyewash anyway, which makes all the effort triply annoying.

[huladavid.livejournal.com]

Heh... Which reminds me of when we switched over to the photo ids, and the folks on my team were placing bets as to how long (or short...) it'd be before I lost mine.