I discovered that every employee has the same exact password at my job. Here's what happened. Subscribe to AMI The Jerk on YouTube and hit the bell for notifications.
I just want to state that this IT issue is blowing some people's minds. The security flaw that this presented was nothing short of incredible, and the fact that we never had a major security breach is astounding. It truly is. The flaw you may ask? Everyone in the entire company had the same password. Yes, folks, you heard that right. Every single password to every single employee login was the same password. It was like this before I joined the company.
and for quite a few years after. Until, well, enjoy the story. Now, what about the username? That must have been the trick, right? Oh yeah, that was a trick. The username was the employee email address. I did point out this flaw to my management, and their response was, that's not our area to be concerned about.
So whatever, it paid well, I'll do my job. And then one day, we had a Windows update which caused a piece of the software I used at work to break. I submitted a help ticket and after escalating this issue, I got to the CTO. It wasn't a huge company. The CTO said, I don't want to spend time fixing this, use this workaround.
to which I pointed out the workaround slows things down, makes my job harder, and this Windows update has to affect more than just me. I was told to suck it up. Now, at the time, the CEO was the son of the founder and a bit of an idiot.
I legit feel at this point in time he was just collecting a paycheck and letting everything run on auto and didn't pay attention. But I was mad at the CTO for brushing me off. So I penned an email to the CEO. It was a short email. I simply said I discovered a massive security flaw that could potentially expose us to huge liabilities.
One would be a good time to discuss this. The response? What security flaw? I decided to demonstrate the flaw. I picked two random salespeople. I didn't know them. I got their username and I logged into their systems, and I pulled two random customer's personal information.
The kind of information that would have easily allowed me to commit identity fraud, pull out credit in their names, and all kinds of bad stuff. I emailed the CEO, and I explained, anyone who knows our URL to log into our system can log in to anyone's account, pull up customer's information, and everyone has the same password. To prove this, I logged into two employees' random accounts and pulled two different customer profiles, and I've attached them. One single disgruntled employee could screw
us over. 25 minutes later my phone rings. It was the CEO. He was nice. Very interested in how I did this. This guy isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. I pointed out the flaw in plain English and the liability that it presents to him. I walked him through the process of hacking my own account as he called it. I'd hate to call it hacking cause it was too easy.
Now it dawned on the CEO that this liability was huge. I pointed out again in our conversation a single upset employee could destroy us. The fact that it hadn't happened already is nothing short of a miracle. I get told they want me to present this to the executive team so they can discuss a solution. Honestly, the solution is pretty obvious.
So, a day later we have the conference call. It's the CEO, the CTO, COO, CFO, the company lawyer, the senior VP, pretty much anyone who was important. And on the call I demonstrate the flaw and I lay out how I as a layman with very little IT background was able to figure this out. It's incredible that we have this flaw.
Everyone is in agreement that this is a huge issue, except the CTO. Our CTO gets very upset at me and says he wants me fired for hacking the system. He says that per our employee handbook, what I did is a fireable offense. I point out that I'm not abusing this loophole.
And I'm only doing it to expose the flaw because I care about the company. And I think that this is something that needs to be brought forward. I point out that a former disgruntled employee could log into an account and steal customer's personal information. And if that were traced back to us, the liability would be huge. I could tell our corporate attorney agreed with me and was shocked at what I was demonstrating. The CTO pointed out that former employees' user names are disabled.
To which I pointed out, every employee username is their email address. It would be trivial for a former disgruntled employee to use a different employee email address that they remember to log in. And since everyone's password is the same, they don't even have to guess. The CTO points out that we would know who did it because of the IP address.
I pointed out that VPNs are indeed a thing. The corporate attorney actually wasn't familiar with what VPNs do and I explained it. And what shocked me was the whole time the only person in the meeting who didn't agree that this flaw needed to be changed was the CTO. The CEO made it clear that this issue would be fixed by the end of business that day.
And there was no ifs, ands, or buts about it. The meeting ended. After the meeting, the CTO called me privately. He was ticked. I just exposed his incompetence because the system was his design. The decision for everyone to have the same password was his decision. And I know why he did it. He did it because he was lazy. And I said to the CTO, you're a crappy CTO.
You shouldn't be in the position you are, and you're lazy. You should have found a better solution for my help ticket. He stops and asks, so this is about your stupid help ticket? I go, yes. Yes it is. He laughs and says he's going to have me fired. And I laugh and go, I'm pretty sure someone's getting fired.
I'm also super confident that it's not going to be me. Well, sure enough, later that day, we got an email stating that everyone was to change their passwords to something unique. A week later, the CEO announced the old CTO stepped down to spend more time with his family. On the first day of the new CTO tenure, he sent me an email telling me he wanted to personally work on my help ticket and find a solution around the Windows update.
which I'm pleased to say he did, and I later had conversations with our attorney at a meeting. We legit never had a security breach, which is simply astounding. The attorney admitted that it was just playing dumb luck on our part, and if we would have had a security breach, it would have been very bad for us.
I mean, you're not a jerk for calling this guy out for not doing his job, especially when his job is that important and he's doing it that badly. That's not the kind of thing you take lightly. You have all your customer's information readily accessible to pretty much anyone who wants it. The people who know how can do a lot with that little bit of information.
The CTO's complete lack of caring on this really demonstrates how bad they were at their job. They don't even seem to be aware of how serious this really is. Maybe he's just trying to cover his own butt, but a time comes when things get to a point where you need to acknowledge that you screwed up and rectify the situation as quickly as possible. Kinda makes me wonder how this guy even got this position in the first place.
Karen says that because I have a handicap placard, I have to park in a handicap spot. A long time ago, a friend of mine, Kabar, broke his left leg doing something stupid. It wasn't completely shattered, but he wasn't able to walk on it for quite a while. After some time, he got the go-ahead to drive from his doctor and got a temporary disabled parking permit for his car. At this point, he was using crutches.
I went over to his place one day to hang out, and after a couple of hours, his wife called and asked how the shopping went. The dummy forgot that it was his turn to do the grocery shopping. Not really much of an excuse. He had done it once already while on crutches.
So naturally, we stop playing video games and hop in his car to drive to the grocery store. As we're pulling into the parking lot, he goes for the front. I assume to park in the handicap spot, but he sees a regular spot open just next to the disabled spot and resigns to simply park there instead. He says, I'm not that disabled, a wheeler might need that spot. We get out of the car and all of a sudden this crazy lady in a car behind us starts honking and yelling.
Hey, you can't park there? There's a disabled spot right there. Thinking she was confused, I said, this is a normal parking spot. The disabled spot over there is free if you need it. Apparently, Karen didn't like my assumption of her being disabled. I'm not disabled, you idiot. He is. I can see the handicap placket in your car. You have to move to the handicap spot. There aren't any other spots nearby, and I have my kids with me. And they don't want to walk that far.
Kabar looks slightly hurt by her words, but responds, ma'am, I do have a handicap permit, but I don't have to park in the handicap spot. I'm leaving it open in case someone with a greater disability arrives and needs to park, like someone in a wheelchair. That doesn't matter. If you have a plaque and you have to park there, it's the law.
We were just getting ready to leave Karen B when a cop car happened to enter the lot, fairly close to where we were. Karen starts violently honking and flashing her lights to get the cop's attention, which she does as he flips on his lights and drives up to the area and gets out. The heck's going on here? Officer, they're breaking the law! They're not parked in the handicap spot, but they have a handicap placard!
The officer did the same thing I did. He assumed that she meant we were in the handicap spot without a placard. He turns to Kabar and says, you have a handicap placard, son? Uh, yes, sir, I do, but I'm not in a handicap spot. It's a normal parking spot.
The officer looks at the spot and confirms that it is indeed a normal spot. He and Kabar quickly go over the events that transpired. The cop then goes to Karen. Man, he doesn't have to park in the handicap spot just cause he has a handicap placard. Now, I suggest you take your kids and leave these boys alone and go on about your day.
He stands there and waits for her to leave. She tries to say something, but the officer loudly says, have an ass day, ma'am. Repeat three times. Karen gets fed up and finally leaves, apparently without her groceries since she left the whole lot.
We both think the officer, and he says, just don't mess up that leg again. I almost wish a wheelchair user would have come at one point to punctuate the matter, but unfortunately that didn't happen. We got the shopping done and went home. We told the story to Cabar's wife when she got home, and she said, that's what you get for forgetting to do the grocery shopping.
Wow, Kbar's wife is savage. She does not give a crap about your story. She just cares that you didn't do what she asked you to do. But in all seriousness, no, that's not a law. The open parking spots are open parking spots. The whole point is anyone can park there. Even if you are handicapped, you can still use a normal parking spot.
I wouldn't think that that's something that needed to be explained. The handicap parking spots are specifically reserved for those people who need to use them. It's kind of an all thumbs or fingers, but not all fingers or thumbs situation. When you also take into consideration that some places that have a smaller lot might only have one or two handicap spots, it doesn't really make sense that that would be the law.
What's the other handicapped person supposed to do if that spot's taken? Drive around the block until the first one leaves? No, of course they can use a regular spot. Not quite sure what was going through Karen's head here, but that police officer definitely set her straight.
Gun store sells me the wrong ammo, and then refuses to take it back. Back when Dick still sold ammo, they had a great sale on Remington 12-gauge Gun Club shotgun shells. I shot traps so I used a lot of shells. It was $40 per flat, which is 250 shells, 10 boxes. The limit was 5 flats per person. So I went in, got a cart, and asked the guy behind the counter for 5 flats.
I noticed they still had two pallets of flats still wrapped on the floor they were stocking. The guy just took the loose boxes on the shelf. I said I'd rather have sealed flats, not loose boxes. So he rolled his eyes, cut the wrap and put five flats on my cart. I went up and cashed out. The cashier scanned the top box five times, totaling $200 plus tax. I put them in my truck and went back for five more. This time the cashier didn't want to sell them because of the limit.
The limit said per visit, not per day, right on their sign. I asked for the manager who wasn't happy, but finally said go ahead but no more today. Fine. I took my 10 flats home and stacked them in my garage. That's when I noticed that two of the flats were not gun club number 8's.
They were 13 inch 15 pellet magnum buckshot. The flats looked the same. The only difference was the label. That sells for $10 per box of 5 rounds, or $500 a flat. So I called the store, got the manager, and explained I'd been in there and bought 10 flats.
Yes, I remember you. So I started off with, there was a mistake and I've got the wrong ammo. The manager cut me off, kind of smugly. Sir, there are no refunds or exchanges on ammo once you leave. Okay, but the mistake is I don't have the gun club shells. Sir, you need to check these things in the store. You wanted to buy 10 cases, so you have 10 cases. I will not refund it or exchange it. You bought it, it's yours. It's store policy.
I understand, but you gave me- I'm done talking to you. Our policy is no refunds or exchanges. You should have known what you were buying before you bought 10 cases. Goodbye. So, okay. I kept $1,000 worth of shells I bought for $80. They really showed me.
Okay, I think we all know what the manager was thinking. They thought our original poster was trying to pull a fast one, since they did try and pull a fast one already earlier that day. It's a reasonable assumption based on your previous interaction. However, they're clearly trying to tell you something and you've interrupted them a few times now, maybe just let them get it out.
I can only imagine how quickly this would have turned around if he actually had have taken the time to hear what our poster had to say. He would have switched to apologizing pretty quickly and asking pretty, pretty please for them to bring that back. I'm sure someone had to answer for this mistake come inventory time.
My manager interrogated me about going to the bathroom and said I should just do my job. Okay, I'll do my job. But I'm not doing anyone else's anymore. I'm a young person working in a backroom position at a retail store. I've been working there for about a year now.
My management when I started was excellent, and as a result, I'm very well trained. I've never gotten written up and always on time, and I consistently do things well above my pay grade. I fill in for my supervisor in the back room and can run it by myself if need be, and I trained our newest supervisor in her position. If you're wondering, I didn't take the supervisor job myself because it required changing my shift time.
I knew all the fine details and was a team trainer as well. Basically, I was a supervisor, but without the pay raise. My managers moved on to greener pastures and their positions were filled by new management. The new management doesn't compare to the quality of the old management.
Our store manager, I'll call her Karen, is the worst manager I've ever had the displeasure of working for. She loves workplace politics, acting sneaky, and micromanaging everything. When suggested solutions to problems, Karen would rather take a less effective route just to be the one in charge. When she messes up, instead of admitting it, Karen blames anyone but herself and makes it their responsibility to avoid looking dumb.
Karen doesn't help when she's needed, rarely does her job, takes personal phone calls all day, and sits in her office on her computer. She's rude, inconsiderate, and incompetent. All in all, Karen is an awful boss. I tried to make peace with Karen at first, but we quickly started bumping heads, and our relationship is shaky at best.
We're cordial with each other, but Karen wanted me to abandon 100% of my authority while still running the back. Which couldn't happen because others come to me for direction a lot. We don't speak to each other when we don't have to. Well, Karen screwed up. One day in the back, we finished with a group activity. Simply put, I had to pee. So once we were done, I told my supervisor I needed a quick bathroom break and headed out to the bathroom.
The second I began my business, I got a call on the intercom by Karen to come to the back room. I finished up quickly and got back to the stock room. I was gone about two to five minutes tops. When I walked in, Karen was immediately interrogating me on where I'd been and what I was doing. I told her I'd gone to the bathroom and she continued asking, like the answer was going to be different. Eventually, Karen said this absolute gem to me.
which she couldn't have known would change the course of our time at this company forever. You need to use company time more wisely and do your job, okay? Remember how I said I was basically the backup stock supervisor at this institution? My list of self-appointed management duties was actually pretty long, training new people, fixing damaged items, fixing packaging, training the supervisors, doing paperwork, delegating tasks, giving instructions to people,
taking garbages out, cleaning the stockroom, the list goes on and on. When Karen said this to me, something clicked. You see where this is going. I stopped all of it. All the managerial stuff went right out the window. Do my job? Okay, I'll do my job. Not your job, not her job, only mine. That's what you asked, right? Direct your own team. Do your own paperwork. Train your own supervisors.
Cause I'm just a lowly wagie, right? Yep, my stockroom fell apart pretty quickly. Suddenly, the entire room was in disarray. New people weren't being trained, faulty product was put out, and my new supervisor had no idea what to do other than copy me. So, none of the paperwork got done. Garbage stopped being taken out, people in the stockroom didn't have direction, the floors were dirty, etc. I wonder why. It was a mess.
And management couldn't say anything about it because those were management's duties, and not my problem. I know that Karen knew what I did, but all she could do was silently fume about it, suck it up, and actually do her job. She got snarky with me after this and tried giving me less shifts, but that didn't last. Management finally got involved with the stockroom.
I've never been so satisfied with myself. All because Karen couldn't accept that I had to pee. What are you gonna do? Fire me for doing my job? Another case of the best employee being taken for granted. God forbid he should have to perform normal bodily functions. That's just not allowed on company time. I know you make my life easy, but I need to make your life as miserable as possible. Honestly, this is a perfectly acceptable ending.
Our original poster no longer needs to go above and beyond while not being appreciated at all, and is still getting paid the same. I just call that a win. At the end of the day, if Karen's your boss and she's the one in charge of whether or not you move up, it doesn't sound like she's going to be giving you that promotion anytime soon. May as well just kick back and relax, or find another job where you're actually appreciated.
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