I wore shorts to work for the first time today. Any spark of a possibility that any of my co-workers finds me attractive was probably extinguished at the sight of my hairy chicken legs. Seriously, it was like a two-for-one sale at a dirty KFC.

Not that I mind. I make it a personal rule never to date anyone at work. Well, that’s not so much a “rule,” as an “observation.” It’s nice to say that you won’t, but it’s really just an excuse because you can’t. That’s probably why I’m not cut out for upper management; it would be waaaay to easy for anyone below me to sleep their way up the ladder. I would be kind of a corporate slut.