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Okay, here's the situation.
My parents went away for a week's vacation.
Ha, just kidding.
Seriously though, I'm at work, and I'm just getting some paperwork ready to do. There's a fellow over in the business center, using a computer, and I'm pretty sure he's looking at porn. Why do I suspect this, you ask? Well, for starters, he's got the monitor turned at an angle facing away from the front desk (always a good sign) and my co-worker, when she came back in from starting her jeep, said, "I saw 'XXX Facebook' on top of the webpage that he was on."
Oh, boy.
Pretty sure that's against a rule or to. Actually, this guy was down here on the center two nights ago as well, but I didn't really pay attention to what he was doing because I was busy doing all these training modules on a new computer we've got set up (we'll be switching systems soon, but more on that later.) But anywho.. porn guy. Last time he was on the computer till about 3am in the morning. Actually, it was kind of creepy (and not because I thought he was looking at porn or anything) it's just I'm used to being down here alone all night and to have some stranger in the room right next to the front desk was a bit unnerving.
I know what I should do. I SHOULD go right over there, see what he's doing, and, if he's in fact viewing porn, I should kick him right out of the business center.
That's what I should do.
But, for various reasons, I've never been good at confronting people.
So, what I'll probably do is wait for a bit. It's getting near midnight. When it hits twelve, I'll give him some story about management getting onto me for leaving the computer room open real late and tell him he's got twenty minutes to wrap it up.
Or maybe just ten.
It's not a complete lie, as I know management wouldn't like a guest being in the business center that late.
God, I'm pathetic.
I know, I know, I've talked about this before; it's just, I'm one of those, "Don't make waves" types. I mean, I get pushed too far I'll snap back (I hope) but in general? I was raised in a house with a mother who would constantly yell about any and everything. She couldn't do affection or praise very well (at least, not verbally) but yelling, yeah, that was good. My older sister would usually yell back, leading to more shouting matches.
Mom was especially unfair to my stepbro and stepsis, and I'd always try to mediate in my own way. I really grew to hate the way she treated them, never really had the courage to stand up to her directly, except for maybe a sarcastic barb here and there. All that combined with my general isolation and loneliness at school has left an overly sensitive, eager-to-please husk of a man.
Sad, huh?
Anyway, told the guy he had ten more minutes, he told me he didn't need that long, was getting ready to go soon anyway, so that's one problem down.