This week, we spoke of underwear and love in the workplace.

Ghost Girl revealed the secrets of the underwear industry (shapewear is in, sheer hosiery is out), and, more importantly, how she found meaning in her work.

We debated whether office romance was the cause of the decline of civilization or whether it just happened.

Speaking of the decline of civilization, Valentine’s Day came to pass, and I became exceptionally irritable and gave much advice: If you buy flowers, consider buying organic flowers, so that the flowers aren’t covered in pesticides. If you buy chocolate, buy fair-trade so that the cacoa isn’t picked by children (often in slavery). And don’t even get me started on diamonds. It’s sentiments like this that led me to support Anti-Valentine’s Day.

In our tales of the workplace, we learned that in some parts of New York, supermarket baggers work only for tips. No salary. Their employers consider their work to be “volunteer.” Speaking of just about volunteer wages, we read surviving (and thriving) on 12K a year. And let’s just say the “thriving” quality is really up in the air when you’re getting food from food banks.

And speaking of not thriving at work, we learned that if you are a stripper in Orange County, you’ve given up all rights to your body. You also have no right to control your own body if you shop at Wal-Mart and try to get Plan B.

A final note on behavior: if you’re the bad apple at work, you might be spoiling the rest of the barrel.