bit of a sticky wicket, eh wot?

ah, monday monday monday.

i know i'm not alone in my massive loathing of mondays. and i knew that this one was off to a bad start when the first thing i encountered upon booting up my computer at the office is that we'd been locked out of EVERY SITE on the internet.

very distressing, particularly hot on the heels of the last site access culling session, wherein we lost rights to such spaces as the onion and various sites belonging to foreign embassies (!). now, i was unhappy then. i was spitting kittens this morning.

unhappy monkey.

now, it's not so much that i'm mourning the loss of these sites, as i can access them from the trusty computer at home. but, i absolutely resent the fact that we are not only being monitored, but that we cannot be trusted with the information contained in those sites, the implication that we are not emotionally advanced enough to put the completion of our assigned tasks before our desire to surf the net. it infuriates me. i hate being policed like that. i hate the fact that all the sites i visit get logged and my surfin habits tracked. and while i recognize that i am doing these things on company time (as i am doing now, thanks to the miracle of dial-up network aversion), and so they have every right to take this course of action, i don't have to like it, not at all.

it's all about trust, much like virtually every sort of relationship. i loathe the notion that my employer doesn't trust me. how am i supposed to trust them, respect them, if they clearly don't return the favor.

now, before anyone jumps down my throat about this, let me reiterate: i respect that this course of action is well within their rights, and in some cases probably moderately appropriate.

i still feel like i'm being sent to the corner with the dunce's cap on by the mighty overlords who i'm supposed to esteem outside the hierarchy (yes, we're supposed to address them by their first names and be friendly, but they still have no compunction about dealing out a slap on the wrist like a disgruntled nun).

welcome to corporate america.