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Company Laptop, My Data — Can They Co-exist?

An anonymous reader writes "I recently replaced my old laptop. The owner of my company heard about this and offered to reimburse me for it, since he knows I have and will continue to do company work on my own hardware. I'd like the extra $1,250, but I think if I accept his offer that legally he has the right to any data on it (personal emails, files, blog posts, etc.). Even if I decide to put my personal stuff on a second drive, I'm worried that using company property to save and write to separate storage still gives them the right to it. The apps (Office, etc.) are my own licenses. We do not have a policy that intellectual property developed using company assets belongs to the company. But, if I figured out the One Great Internet Business Idea or write the Great American Novel and used the company laptop to do it, it's an avenue they could use to claim they own it. Unlikely, but scary. How many Slashdotters have been in this situation, and what agreement did you and your management come up with?"

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  1. Re:Just ask by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Flamebait

    This whole entire discussion is fucking retarded. You guys are saying that somebody should turn down a nice little chunk of cash, especially in this economy, because they can't wait until they get home to their desktop to JACK OFF.

    That's right, the submitter can't even wait to get home to look at his bestiality, guro, child pornography, snuff films, and whatever other horrors get his rocks off. He must have it on a laptop so he can take "bathroom breaks" every 20 minutes, emerging from the restroom sweaty and crusted with semen half-assedly washed off with shea butter soap.

    The submitter's wife sighs when he gets home. That's because their kids always ask, "Mommy, why does daddy always stay in the office with the door locked?" and "Mommy, why does daddy yell at us when we try to open the door? Why won't daddy come out?"

    He dosen't go to bed until 2am when he, flaccid as his own overworked penis, flops onto the bed like a malnourished meth-addict coming down from a weeklong binge.

    His wife often gets up and goes to sleep on the couch when this happens, and it happens often.

    captcha: spurted