I was working grave shift and going to San Jose State during the day. Apple was a cool place to work, if even as a lowly security guy in a polyester suit. All of the buildings had keycards so if you're in the building and nobody is complaining about you what reason would we have had to stop someone with a badge? Hell you could have printed one out, we couldn't tell.
Most of the security people were uneducated couldn't-pass-the-cop-tests-wannabes who could be fired by a well-placed complaint from a PHB. We didn't fuck with any of the REAL employees for fear of our own jobs. (One woman I trained with went around the next night turning off every computer left on, thinking they forgot. She was fired at dawn.)
It was not unusual for engineers to work (or do whatever) all night. One guy built a hut of styrofoam over his cubicle and had 20 monitors lining the walls playing those acid-trip designs. I was admiring his handiwork at 3 in the morning when I hear "Can I help you?" and turn around: he's in a sleeping bag behind his desk. This dude lived at work. Literally.
One guy was going on vacation to the Bahamas and his coworkers turned his cubicle into a beach complete with sand and water.
There was an Apple museum complete with a Lisa. The first PC was in a glass case in the corporate lobby: resplendent in its ratty briefcase. It would be mistaken for a bomb today.
In the goth scene here in San Francisco I've known a couple suicide girls (not in the biblical sense) and been to their burlesque show.
I think I can safely say that they would be the first to object to their "objectification." In fact, you'd get a few red whelts for even implying that they are being objectified.
They're sexy and if they can make a few bucks taking artful pictures and cavorting onstage making out with each other then all the better for them. Why hide all those lovely tattoos and piercings under clothes for god's sakes???
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I don't think the army is going to call 911.
"Hello, is this the Iraqi police?"
"yes?
"Could you tell your buddies to stop lobbing mortars into our compound? We're trying to eat."
"ummmmm....we'll look into it."
I thought it was a reference to "Two Wheels Good"--the best album by Prefab Sprout.
This was for practice. Then he made School Boards." --Mark Twain
I've used Knoppix to search the Microsoft Knowledge Base and also look for their tech support number.
I probably saw the guy in the parking lot.
I was working grave shift and going to San Jose State during the day. Apple was a cool place to work, if even as a lowly security guy in a polyester suit. All of the buildings had keycards so if you're in the building and nobody is complaining about you what reason would we have had to stop someone with a badge? Hell you could have printed one out, we couldn't tell.
Most of the security people were uneducated couldn't-pass-the-cop-tests-wannabes who could be fired by a well-placed complaint from a PHB. We didn't fuck with any of the REAL employees for fear of our own jobs. (One woman I trained with went around the next night turning off every computer left on, thinking they forgot. She was fired at dawn.)
It was not unusual for engineers to work (or do whatever) all night. One guy built a hut of styrofoam over his cubicle and had 20 monitors lining the walls playing those acid-trip designs. I was admiring his handiwork at 3 in the morning when I hear "Can I help you?" and turn around: he's in a sleeping bag behind his desk. This dude lived at work. Literally.
One guy was going on vacation to the Bahamas and his coworkers turned his cubicle into a beach complete with sand and water.
There was an Apple museum complete with a Lisa. The first PC was in a glass case in the corporate lobby: resplendent in its ratty briefcase. It would be mistaken for a bomb today.
Interesting place.In the goth scene here in San Francisco I've known a couple suicide girls (not in the biblical sense) and been to their burlesque show.
I think I can safely say that they would be the first to object to their "objectification." In fact, you'd get a few red whelts for even implying that they are being objectified.
They're sexy and if they can make a few bucks taking artful pictures and cavorting onstage making out with each other then all the better for them. Why hide all those lovely tattoos and piercings under clothes for god's sakes???