They say don't mix business with pleasure. They say don't dip your pen in the company ink. They say don't eat where you poop. But who are they and why do they have so many ways of saying you shouldn't get busy at your business place? Work is where we spend most of our time. It's where we are for at least half of our waking time five days of the week. Those of you who don't work at home or deliver things for a living basically see the same dozen people every day. Unless you work at Arby's, the chances are pretty high that one of them is going to be sort of cute. Anyone who worked at the Canadian Grand Prix will no longer have this problem as they are now unemployed, prompting Six to elaborate on one of his own office romances.

This reminds me of the time I was dating that girl at work. Sure it was a risky move, but c'mon, I was young, brash, confident I wouldn't mix the two worlds together. We'd gone out a few times, and she'd crashed at my place more than once. Things were going alright, or so I thought. But then you know, she wouldn't answer my text messages. We wouldn't bump into each other in the hallway anymore, or even in the kitchen for morning coffee. "No," she told me, "it's just that I'm busy, I've been coming in early-late-whenever." So yeah we let it both slide, our schedules filling up, pretty soon not seeing each other at lunch, or even passing by each other's desks in the day. And sometimes she'd work late hours, sometimes I would, so even leaving the office to hit the bar for a quick drink was out of the picture. It wasn't really a surprise that she didn't call, and then I didn't call, and days became weeks, weekends, and so on. Pretty soon afterwards, I ended up hitting on that cute grad student in HR anyway. So I guess the moral of the story is, F1: the least you could do is like, break up with us for real and say flat-out that you're boning the guy from the sales department.

Just don't passive-aggressively steal her Post-it notes. Don't be that guy.