Access Denied

In my career so far I’ve had relatively unrestricted access to the Internet while at work. Sure the porn sites were blocked, but I’ve enjoyed freedom online while at work. Using the Internet has always been a release for me. When I have some down time I’ll browse my favorite blogs, I’ll buy presents for my nieces and nephews, and I’ll check in on my bank account every so often—usually before heading for the store at lunch.

Recently the Internet access at work has become restricted and monitored. I cannot access most of the sites that used to serve as a pleasant distraction. I understand why it’s been blocked. It’s their network; they can do whatever the hell they want to do with it. But it still kinda sucks nonetheless. I am annoyed, even though really I have no right to be annoyed. But I also feel, just a little bit, like I am being watched and that they don’t trust me. I am sure that’s not the case, after all they trust me to work with their clients—which is a much bigger deal than access to the Internet. Still, I am being very careful about where I go on the Internet, and how long I spend on it, knowing that every click is logged somewhere. Every page view categorized. Every scroll recorded. How much would it suck to go home and say, “Yeah, I got fired for spending too much time on the Internet today. Sorry, darling.” The endless love and spousal support would definitely wear a little thin after a stunt like that, I imagine.

So, my bloggy friends, I haven’t been commenting that much on your blogs anymore. I am now reading you all at night. But I don’t really want to spend too much time on the Internet at home. I’d rather be doing things like going to get tacos like we did last night, and cuddling with my man and my doggies.

I will update you when I can, once I get a few slabs of marble, a hammer and a chisel.