Speaking of corporate fuckery... did you know there's now a thing called a "mouse jiggler"? It's a little stand you put your mouse on that generates random cursor movements to trick corporate busybody software into thinking you're in front of your computer. For work at home people. Because corporate fuckwads can't stand the idea that you might be doing a load of laundry on THEIR time. Next they'll want your webcam active at all times.
So you're all for people collecting a 40 hour per work week paycheck while working only 2 hours a day?
Anyone who thinks they need a gadget to get around perceived "busybody software" is part of the problem as far as I am concerned. But that attitude is nothing new . . .
Has to be around 20 years ago at a previous employer, I received a call for someone whose first name is the same as mine. I said they had the wrong so-and-so and transferred the call. This happened a couple times. I was called again and the person asked where I sat. The person they were trying to reach had an office that I could see over the cubicle wall if I stood up. Yep, door is open, yep light is on. Maybe he isn't picking up his voice mails, would you please leave a note on his keyboard. Sure, no problem.
Next day, call from someone, did you leave the message? Yes, I did. Are you sure he was in yesterday? Well, I never saw him, but his light was on and there was a pad of paper and a soda on his desk. OK, could you please leave another message for him. Yes, I can. Could you please leave it somewhere you are absolutely certain he will see. Absolutely I will.
Next day, get a call. Hey, just out of curiosity, where did you leave the note for him yesterday? Well, I walked into his office, there was an open 20oz soda on his desk, so I stuck the sticky note to it. The guy starts laughing and said, "that explains it."
Turned out, that was this guy's MO. He came to the office in the morning, bought a soda, opened it and put it on his desk so that anyone stopping by the office would think they had just missed him while he was out goofing off all day. He admitted that to someone he thought he could trust that he was trying to convince to play hooky with him -- "It's just so easy." When he came back that afternoon to make it look like he had left for the day, he saw the sticky note on his soda, knew the gig was up, and quit effective immediately.
Since my lunch hour is up in 10 minutes, guess I'd better get back to work.