This story start off at my work. I work at a helpdesk at a University that deals with students, faculty and staff. I was looking out of our glass window that over looks a computer lab in the library. School is not in session so it’s not very busy, and there’s a few students scattered throughout the lab. There’s a row of computers with monitors that are clearly visible to my position. I notice a student (I hope he’s not a student, but I’m sure he is) looking at some pornographic images of women. He’s calmly scrolling through several images, when I mention to my coworkers (and Justin who was hanging out with me that day) that there’s a kid looking at porn on the lab machines.

The next thing I notice is a print window popping up on his screen and then quickly disappearing. I begin to get a little hysterical at this point and mention to everyone that I think the kid is printing off the pictures. I explain that I need to get somebody to handle this situation. I notice the kid walking towards the glass door I am looking out (this is where the printers are located) and grab some papers off the stack. I go upstairs to look for my supervisor who was going to meet with another system administrator on a higher level. When I knock on her door, another woman tells me that she is not avaliable. I quickly exit to try and find my boss, when I run into the forementioned system administrator. I quickly tell her the situation and she laughs and tells me to talk to my boss’s boss, or my boss’s boss’s boss (that’s alot of bosses). So I go downstairs to find them, when who do I run into? That’s right, the kid printing the porn is walking up the stairs. Why do I mention this? Because the kid is walking to the bathroom upstairs.

This is where I started to lose it. I run down the stairs and run into another supervisor in another department. M, the supervisor, (look in my About section why I use abbreviations) and explain the story to him. M says that we’re going upstairs to the bathroom to stop the kid. I follow behind while we run up the stairs to the bathroom. M opens the door, while I stay a few feet away in the hallway listening. M says, “Hey, knock that stuff off!” The kid replies, “I’m not doing anything.” M insists, “I can see everything you’re doing. Don’t be looking at porn on the computers in the lab, don’t be printing off porn on the printers, and just… just… get out of here.” I begin laughing and talking to M about what he saw. M explained that he had the pictures spread all around him, which I took as the kid sitting on the toilet. M told me a few minutes later when I relayed the information to my supervisor, that the kid was in fact sitting on the ground, with his pants around his ankles, butt on his ankles, trying to release some tension.

So with my first story out on the net, please let me know if I went into too much detail, went on about things too much, or eloquently explained the details of this nasty encounter.