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You know, it’s like Advil. Only with pearl necklaces.
I used to work at a large retail Best Buy kinda’ place. And shortly after I left, I found out that one of our assistant managers was fired because he got busted sitting in his office and trolling the internet for porn when he should’ve been assistant managing. When I first heard that story, I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. But now, I realize it was a cry for help.
At least that’s what it was according to James Pacenza, a former IBM employee. Pacenza also liked using his work hours to surf for online porn and to type sexy-talk in the chat rooms. When his Big Blue employers found this out, they shitcanned him. But Pacenza says this was the wrong thing for them to do.
See, he suffers from post-traumatic stress, and his chat room addiction was self-medication for this stress. So this was really just like a drug addict or an alcoholic and IBM should’ve given him counseling - it was a cry for help! But since they fired him, he’ll happily take $5 million for the alleged wrongful termination instead of some stupid counseling.
If this was self-medication, I wonder if he tried to submit his internet porn charges to his HMO?
