If you thought your boss monitoring your emails was bad, imagine him/her logging your every fantastical flatulent release, compiling charts to use as evidence against you like some nosy EPA regulator drone-spying on your methane emissions. Imagine a work environment where your boss scoffs at your medical problems, and demands you control your horrible, malodorous condition without assistance or the empathy and patience of your peers. If you still believe you have the short end of the employment stick, imagine, for just a second, that you work in a Social Security office in Baltimore. Cubicle feels a little bigger, doesn’t it?