Sean

Sean is a corporate freeloader who works in the IT industry. Only a few weeks back he was sent on a conference that included such subjects as "Wireless Security." Yet despite this, he retrieves his mail and places his VoIP calls through my little Access Point. Cheeky, as well, because when the QoS on his VoIP was less than satisfactory, he blamed my AP, rather than his VoIP server.

And when I said "his" VoIP server, I meant that quite literally. For our Sean, together with some other people, has set up a company which aims to sell VoIP services to business.

VoIP is a great thing, it adds a whole new functionality to internet communications. I particularly like it because it is so easy to decode and listen to, and there's something very strange about eavesdropping telephone conversations of people who haven't a clue that they are being listened to. Sean makes it the more interesting because things happen to him, such as muggings, burglaries and the theft of his mobile phone, meaning even more VoIP calls...

Sean is not the IT specialist for his company though: his designation is "sales" so perhaps this will have to serve to forgive his indelicacies. To be perfectly honest, they are unforgivable. Sean has given me the login details and passwords not only to the VoIP server but also to their corporate website. He is extremely lucky that I am such a nice person. I could have locked them out by now. I could have cancelled their trunking order. I could have set the VoIP server to record all conversations. But I didn't. This is also very lucky for the companies that have bought the services; some very well known ones, with thousands of extensions. Sean ought to be shot. Know better, I mean.

Meanwhile, he's always welcome to check out some more mail.