One of my supervisors wants to give me a summer student to look after for a few months. I laughed by balls off.
In any case, being something of a social terrorist I decided to try and get my own back on my co-workers. You may remember many months ago I tried a social experiment involving the changing from ankle length skirts to a tiny black dress for a day to study the effects on those around me. And boy, were there effects. People of both sexes had serious issues dealing with me - the females being slightly offended, the males being slightly flustered, and everybody feeling as though their social boundaries had been pushed.
I have applied the results I gained from that experiment with something similar today - the same tiny black dress, but this time paired with stockings and a suspender belt. Its a small victory to know how uncomfortable I'm making those around me with my stocking tops showing.
I almost came in today corsetted and collared, but I think I should save that one for a very special, very vindictive occasion.
I've got a meeting at 3 to discuss why everything I do fails. I'm practicing my Sharon Stone leg cross-recross as I type, just to get my petty revenge.