This is exactly what I did at my last job. In fact, I was brought in as a graphic designer and told to do IT on the side and manage all the computers and the HP server (really just a desktop PC in the printing room where the router and DSL modem were) and the guy before me would bit torrent everything and anyone on the network was allowed to download and install whatever they want (you have no idea how long it took me to clear up some of the spyware problems).
All my attempts to reinstall software were stonewalled by 'well we need his accounting computer running all the time' or 'that's not a priority problem, just make it run again and deal with that later.' I explained to my boss the problems, asked for the money to fix it, he kept delaying and delaying until he laid me off and I reported them to the BSA for their troubles.
So if you, by some amazing miracle of probability, are my replacement, I pity you and implore you: GET OUT NOW.
In my office our stuff had to withstand being pegged by a glowing rubber ball at high speed.
Ah, I miss that job with random bouts of Australian rules indoor quidditch.
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This is exactly what I did at my last job. In fact, I was brought in as a graphic designer and told to do IT on the side and manage all the computers and the HP server (really just a desktop PC in the printing room where the router and DSL modem were) and the guy before me would bit torrent everything and anyone on the network was allowed to download and install whatever they want (you have no idea how long it took me to clear up some of the spyware problems). All my attempts to reinstall software were stonewalled by 'well we need his accounting computer running all the time' or 'that's not a priority problem, just make it run again and deal with that later.' I explained to my boss the problems, asked for the money to fix it, he kept delaying and delaying until he laid me off and I reported them to the BSA for their troubles. So if you, by some amazing miracle of probability, are my replacement, I pity you and implore you: GET OUT NOW.
In my office our stuff had to withstand being pegged by a glowing rubber ball at high speed. Ah, I miss that job with random bouts of Australian rules indoor quidditch.