are like lovers, destined to break your heart. When I got my first real job after graduate school--one with dental insurance, a 401K plan and paid sick days--I was so infatuated with office life that I overlooked how miserable most of my new co-workers were. I was working as an editorial assistant at a glitzy city magazine and was dazzled by the fact that the magazine's editors and writers did glamorous things like attend fashion shows, theater openings, movie screenings and charity balls at the Metropolitan Museum of Art's Temple of Dendur.