Loblaw’s Latest Clusterfuck: Another Data Breach for the Pile

Oh for fuck’s sake. Canadian retail behemoth Loblaw—the same wankers who overcharge you for milk and bread—decided to grace their customers with the news that they’ve absolutely screwed the pooch on data security. Again. Because apparently, hiring competent security staff costs more than a pallet of expired No Name brand crackers.

According to the sorry excuse for a notification, some cyber-criminals have been rooting around in their systems like a moose in a garbage dump, helping themselves to employee and customer data. But don’t worry, they’ll tell you—no financial information was stolen. Right. And I’m the fucking Tooth Fairy. These PR drones always trot out that line like it means something. “Oh, we only lost your name, address, phone number, and enough personal details for identity theft, but hey, your credit card is safe!” Spare me.

The breach apparently happened months ago, because these shit-for-brains outfits always take their sweet time “investigating” before telling anyone. Translation: they were hoping to sweep it under the rug until some regulatory body threatened to shove a hockey stick up their corporate arse. Standard operating procedure for these titans of industry—fuck up first, apologize later (but not really), and promise to “review their security practices.” Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. Pull the other one, it’s got bells on.

And of course, it’s blamed on a “third-party vendor,” because heaven forbid a multi-billion dollar corporation take responsibility for their own piss-poor vendor management. “Wasn’t us, guv, it was the contractor!” Pathetic. If I had a dollar for every time some C-suite moron outsourced critical infrastructure to the lowest bidder and then acted shocked when it blew up in their faces, I could afford to shop at Whole Foods instead of this discount disaster.

So if you’re a Loblaw customer—or God help you, an employee—watch your credit reports like a hawk, because these maple syrup merchants couldn’t secure a paper bag, let alone a fucking database. Change your passwords, assume your identity is now being sold on some Russian forum for the price of a Tim Hortons double-double, and maybe consider shopping somewhere that doesn’t treat cybersecurity like an optional luxury.

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Speaking of data disasters, reminds me of the time I worked support for a bank that decided to “optimize” their backup strategy by backing up everything to a single USB drive carried daily by an intern named Kevin. Kevin liked to stop at Starbucks. Kevin also liked leaving his backpack unattended while he took a shit. Three weeks later, we discovered Kevin’s backpack—and our entire customer database—was now property of some bloke named “Sergei” who ran a crypto-mining operation out of his mum’s basement in Minsk. Management’s solution? Fire Kevin, buy two USB drives, and promote the CTO. I shit you not.

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