I found the IT crowd's porn stash
Many years ago (about 1996), I would pass away rainy lunchbreaks by exploring the company network by doing directory traversals, up from where I was to where I probably wasn't supposed to go. (As someone who wasn't an 'IT person', even I was amazed at how lax that was.) One day I found a stash of soft-core porn (beach 'n' bikini and some lingerie stuff) in a mapped drive that seemed to be an IT function area. I quickly got out of there and made a mental note never to go there again.
A short time later, word went round that people were using too much space for personal files and it had to stop (e.g. personal letters, domestic spreadsheets, etc.) Individually they may not have been much "but it all adds up you know and it's really not what you're here for", as the local IT manager told us with a wagging finger.
I quietly told him, "I'll delete my spreadsheets and Visio drawings when the hundreds of Megabytes of soft-core porn is removed". He said "What?!", so I took him to my desk and showed him the collection. He made snorting noises and stormed away. The porn cache had gone by the next day and I was never asked to delete my 'personal' files.