Mission Control sends its regards
EPISODE 11 "And uh... what are you doing?" the Head of Security asks, entering the Security office as I'm making my way to the exit – with a PC under my arm."Just taking this back to the office to archive the contents and then reset it to factory defaults," I say. "Company policy when someone has been... let go."There have been a number of changes at Security – the same number of changes as there used to be members of Security staff. Apparently, eating endless pastries and watching pirated movies isn't an industry-standard procedure for security professionals. Furthermore, the spate of alcohol thefts from the boardroom liquor cabinet seems to have ended after HR discovered several empty bottles in Security's overflowing recycling bin...
HR acted swiftly (for a change) and a whole new security team was employed, headed by a keen new broom – who's currently blocking the doorway...
To say that he's enthusiastic in his role would be an understatement. His first move was to isolate Security onto a completely separate internet feed, firewalled off from the rest of the Company. Move two was to implement a plan of recording the equipment people leave the building with – something that's proving rather unpopular with laptop users."Oh, I don't think we'll need it to be erased," he says, holding out his hands to retrieve the machine from my grasp."Really, there's no telling what's on this machine," I say. "Malware, copyright movies, porn even. We don't know. It's safer – for the Company – if we just start from a clean machine. We might even just dump it to be on the safe side.""Sure," the Head of Security says. "Though that machine looks like it's almost brand new. It's still got stickers on it! And it looks fairly... high end. I think we can take the risk. I'm pretty up-to-date with IT security and the like – so maybe you should let me worry about...""I think this should probably be HR's call," I respond. "They may want to be sure the Company isn't exposed to any risk that the machine might present.""I can call HR if you like," the Chief Pie-eater suggests, calling my bluff and reaching for his phone. "But I doubt they'd be too concerned."
