I wasn’t even thinking about the ethics of reading someone’s private messages, I was just kind of horrified.
Even though I didn’t really respect this guy as a boss, I don’t think anyone deserves to read such horrible things about themselves. I said, “Well, I’m sorry that you read those things,” and I just apologized a bunch, and he said, “OK, you can go.” And I left and I never talked to him again.
is vague enough to encompass activities both invasive and benign.
Most of the companies that monitored email did so automatically, using “technological tools”—which might mean scanning for inappropriate language or just storing backups that supervisors could review if they had a specific reason.
I need a babe, baby, or bae that likes to tour, travel, and trip to exotic locales, locations, and luxurious destinations and even fancies the quainter quests, like hanging out On the Banks of Plum Creek, cuddling on the side of a Cold Mountain, and forgiving me for getting her Lost in Tokyo.
Gouda, Havarti, and Brie; Feta, Mozzarella, and Cheddar; Ricotta, Swiss, and Muenster; Manchego, Gorgonzola, and Provolone; Roquefort, Taleggio, and Pecorino Romano; The Corrections.
That’s because I’m assuming that my boss isn’t actually scrutinizing my communications and online activity, even though she could if she wanted to.