Hey, I Just Work Here

So, I happen to work in IT, that does not mean I know IT. I simply know about it. My actual technical skills are pretty limited. So funny things sometimes happen to me that are IT-related. Case in point - unwanted porn. I behave myself online. I don't go surfing around the Web - especially not on my work PC. Yesterday, I was reading through the Webmaster's mail. Someone was kind enough to share that one of the university's sites had been hijacked and provided the link. Of course, curiosity being my middle name, I had to click to see what the site had on it. There it was a snap shot of someone's twat. Logically, I yelled for my husband. I am not certain if I was trying to blame him or if I just thought he would be able to get rid of it for me. Either way, he was not around. I was at work and despite any rumors that may exist to the contrary, I cannot yell, "Honey" and have anyone respond. The site itself had some sort of active script so pop up after pop up and image after image continued to come into view. Now, I have that equipment, but I don't usually look at it. It isn't visually interesting and I was raised by New Englanders so my Puritan genes kick in full force at times like these. (Side note: traveling through Amsterdam's Red Light District with my dad was hilarious). I yell for the security officer to come to my rescue, but I don't want him to actually see what is on my screen. So, I hold my hand up - twat blocking - the entire time while he closes the window that I cannot close. Then I run spybot to remove the 70 items that the site had placed on my machine. Good times.