The Evil Men Do

Today at work, I observed Mr. Executive pick up some papers (not intended for him) off my desk and start to read them. I've long noticed that notions of personal space and privacy are alien to him, but for fuck's sake, I'm standing right there.

I used to hide everything I was working on, precisely because Mr. Executive is such a nosy dick. I'd fallen out of the habit, but it looks like I'll have to fall back into it again.

The Spousal Unit thinks I should leave out some information dealing with "female stuff". I'm thinking about it. Any suggestions for what I should leave out?