Thought I'd continue this even though it's been over 6 months:

I wear rather distinctive shirts now, after years of not. Not loud, really (except a few), but distinctively patterned and memorable. I wear them not because they're great, though many are, but instead because they make people think I'm friendlier and more outgoing than I really am, and they treat me nicer.

A girl in calf-high boots and a short skirt could pretty much make me do about anything. If only they wanted to.

I've snuck into peoples' offices after hours to read secret documents about the department I work in. It was during a period when some underhanded attempts by a now fired exec were being made to eliminate my department. I had no moral problem leaking that information and leading to the exec's departure. And I'd do it again in a second.

I have a half-brother I've never met. And don't want to.

I'm pretty sure I know how to get the passwords of everyone at my work, due to finding a security flaw in my own account. And I may test it out with some spy work.