How's this for a nightmare? You are passed over for a promotion. You go ballistic and start typing an e-mail to a co-worker, ranting about your boss and how you're thinking about suing the company for discrimination. Then your rational side kicks in. You realize that maybe you weren't the best candidate and delete the message. End of story? Not quite. It turns out that every character you typed, errors and all, has been stored for the boss to see. You get a call from the corner office. Mr. Bullmoose would like to see you.
Something right out of an...
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