Not really a personal experience, but...
First a bit of background.

A few years ago I worked for a semiconductor manufacturer. The company made RAM for computers of all sorts, from cell phones to cars to the laptop you're probably using now. I was an engineer who worked the shift, on the manufacturing floor.

As you may have noticed, the price of RAM has dropped faster than a dress on prom night. This made for a very nervous company, and they did everything they could to stay competitive with the Koreans. One of the things they did was to build a second wing onto the plant for state-of-the-art, bleeding edge of technology equipment to make the RAM on 300mm wafers instead of 200mm. This enabled them to run it with fewer people, as it was all automated to a ridiculous degree, and to make 2.25 times as much RAM per wafer. A good business move on the face of it- but what to do with the ten year old 200mm machines?

One thought was to make flash memory instead of RAM with the older 200mm equipment, as flash was close to the same thing as RAM to make- there were two extra steps and a few different chemicals, but it could be done easily enough. This debate was raging as I worked there.

So now on to the nudity part.

One of the guys I worked with who was in another department was named Ricky, and was a bit loud and cocky at times. Basically a nice guy, but he often got dangerously close to being offensive with his banter at times, as he liked to make a lot of sex jokes and innuendo. When I heard him tell a woman there that he was hoping to find a partner to help him locate the anal g-spot I thought he'd get sacked- but the woman actually seemed to be considering it. (Bastard. If I had tried that line my ass would have been on the driveway within minutes.)

One night as I came in I heard a bit of muttering about something having just happened. I looked over someone's shoulder and saw the webpage for the local TV news up, and there was Ricky looking rather angry in a small photo. Apparently he'd been arrested for indecent exposure after walking through a parking lot with his cock out.

I copied off his photo and inserted it into a Word document and wrote a few words beneath, then printed it on cleanroom paper and stuck it up here and there on the manufacturing floor. Too bad Ricky never got to see the little posters I had made, naming him as the head of the new flash division...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 1 Jun 2009, 5:58, 1 reply)

Head of the new flash division
tee-hee-hee
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Tue 2 Jun 2009, 4:56, closed)