Iunno. Information overload was just never a thing. Partially thanks to my own nature and partly because I was hooked into the network physically and mentally, I guess! It wasn't like all the information was constantly in my head. It was more like I was cocooned in it? I had to consciously seek out files or directories or lines of communication for them to enter my brain, so it was never like a bombardment. And that was comforting more than anything! Because it was something I had complete control over for once. I was caged, but it didn't feel like I was! Uh, as much as it should, I mean.
And yeah none of that stopped me stumbling across some pretty gross things. A surprising number of corporate executives save their more *illicit* files in work folders under unassuming names. As the expression goes, I have seen some s...tuff. >_<
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It wasn't like all the information was constantly in my head. It was more like I was cocooned in it? I had to consciously seek out files or directories or lines of communication for them to enter my brain, so it was never like a bombardment.
And that was comforting more than anything! Because it was something I had complete control over for once. I was caged, but it didn't feel like I was!
Uh, as much as it should, I mean.
And yeah none of that stopped me stumbling across some pretty gross things. A surprising number of corporate executives save their more *illicit* files in work folders under unassuming names.
As the expression goes, I have seen some s...tuff. >_<