Why Even Bother With Logins, Then?
I used to work at a small furniture store (family-owned, single store). I hated that job with a fiery passion, but I got several stories out of it. We used to have two computers at the front counter for the manager and me to use to assist customers. There was also one in the middle of the floor for salespeople to look up product information and get into the invoice system if needed.
One day, after I’d been there for a couple of months, I came in and one of the salesmen flagged me down.
Salesman: “Have you seen this error before?”
I’d recently graduated college with the intent of going into IT/tech, so I was frequently tasked with being tech support, as well. I went to look at the computer, and it was an error that I hadn’t seen before (With the knowledge that I have now, the computer had fallen off the domain. At the time, I didn’t know what it meant.)
Me: “No. Did you call [Owner’s Husband]?”
Salesman: “Yeah, he says he’s on his way.”
The owner’s husband supposedly had his own IT business, but I have doubts about how much he actually knew. He came in and went to the computer, poked around for a minute, and then called me over.
Owner’s Husband: “Do you know what this error means?”
Me: “Uh, no. That’s why I had [Salesman] call you.”
Owner’s Husband: “Oh. Well, no one can sign in.”
Me: “Right, that’s the problem. We need to fix that.”
Owner’s Husband: “Don’t worry about it. Just give them your password so they can sign onto your computer when you’re not here. [Salesman] and the delivery guys usually get here before you and need to get the schedules.”
I stared at him because, even with my limited knowledge and experience at that point, I knew that was stupid.
Me: “Um, no, I don’t want to do that; that’s a potential security issue.”
Owner’s Husband: “It’s fine. Just write it down, and that way they can get on the computer when you’re not here.”
He then got up and left. They never fixed it in all the time I was there, and I was forced to deal with that store for another year and change. And yes, I finally threw up my hands and wrote down my password because I didn’t give a f***. I actually got to a point where I was tempted to do something that may or may not have been not-quite-malicious and then claim ignorance because since I’d been forced to write down my password, who’s to say if it really had been me or one of the other staff?
But then, a camera got put in to supposedly “watch the store”. Between the fact that it was a crappy camera with limited range and that it was set up on a shelf literally pointing at me, I called BS. And the camera was only set up because [Owner’s Husband] wanted to watch how much work I was doing because I kept asking for them to give me the raises they’d promised me, and he wanted to say I didn’t deserve them.
I really should have reported them to Labor & Industries, but when I got a new job, I was so relieved that I ran out of there like my a** was on fire.