I worked at the economics department back in july of 2001. I started working with 5 other northeastern university students in the systems administration department. One of which was Chris Tresco, the member of DoD. They all were a great bunch of people, really friendly, and down-to-earth. Summer is pretty slow at MIT because not too much goes on besides grad student work. The first day of work i went through an "initiation" in which we went out to eat at the "Cheesecake Factory" resturant in Cambridge, a very posh resturant. My initiation was to select the appetizers for the rest of the department, if they liked my choices then i would become a part of the group, otherwise... i don't know. The talk around the table focused on our manager Lisa talking about an ex-employee who used to screw around with rather ugly women, and how he was a man-whore, etc. Very casual, even almost vulgar conversation. I felt very at ease, they were close, and quickly became friendly towards me. The bill was quite expensive, but of course MIT paid. This was monday. Later that day Chris and the other guys showed me the systems, and explained what each machine did, and the basic design of the network. I noticed a rather large file server, and when i asked what it did, Chris explained that it was his own machine. I browsed the web Tuesday rolled around and I was updating different professors homepages with a new design template. Not too much really, i finished the job quickly. Later in the afternoon, the manager Lisa came into our office and asked us "Do you guys need anything?". Chris turned and said "I could use a beer." another guy said "How about a foot massage?", i turned and said "I could use a back rub." She laughed and returned to her office. I spent the rest of the day updaing the website, and watching the guys messaround with the mp3 server, and the music one guy was making with Cubase. I had yet to fill out any working papers as it was only my 2nd day working. Wednesday rolled around, and the day started as normal. Chris showed me his computer, and i noticed the 3+ terabytes of disk space it had. He casually informed me that it was a DoD "Drop box", and that if i created a directory with the name of a software, or mp3 title, that in the directory the next day it would appear there, almost like magic. Later in the afternoon, the manager called me into her office, i thought she was going to have me fill out some forms for work. Once i was in her office, she had me sit down. "About that joke you made yesterday..." she said. "Umm, which one was that..." I replied "The one about the back rub.... i didn't appreciate that, it was a direct insult to my authority." She said. "Oh, that one.... I'm sorry, but i didn't really mean anything by it, the other guys were joking around as well, and i didn't think anything of it. I replied, suprised. "Well i didn't think it was very professional, and with the Professors and expensive equipment we have here at MIT, i expeceted a higher level of professionalism from you." She said. "Oh.... well you guys all seemed to be pretty relaxed. With no dress code, and you're down-to-earth, and friendly personalities, you all seemed like a bunch of bar-mates, and just happen to work together. I thought my comment was right at home. I'm sorry, but i guess i shouldn't have said that afterall." I said shocked. "Well, i'm sorry, but i'm going to have to let you go." She said quickly. "You mean i'm fired? Don't i get any warning, or second chance or anything? I mean... i didn't really mean anything by it, it was just friendly banter. I said be wildered. "I'm sorry, but i feel that it upsurped my authority, and we expect a high level of professionalism here. She said. "Well thats funny, because with the conversation at lunch on monday, the birkenstock sandals, t-shirts, shorts, and most of all, the warez server in the other room, i didn't really see a high level of professionalism, if any whatsoever." I snapped. "I'm sorry, my decision is final, you can leave now if you like. Or finish out the rest of the day..." She said, and looked away. I got paid for the rest of the week, and left. Then I heard this story. I guess she'll not be working long after this, it was right under her nose. Good managering i guess. I'm glad i got fired.