I sat at my dusty desk and ran my fingers through my hair. Not that I'm-too-sexy-for-my-office kind of hair flipping, but that holy-crap-the-worked-piled-up-over-the-holiday hair pulling. I vowed not to turn on my computer over the three day Labor Day weekend. I knew, yes I knew when I made that decision that Tuesday would be email overload, a holiday aftermath so congested with spam that I'd spend an hour sifting through the wreckage. When the last ecrap was deleted however, there were a...