Expect the expected
Today I had my annual performance review. It is the worst review I have ever received, at any job, at any stage of my twenty-year career, bar none. Sitting in a windowless conference room, reviewing my boss's myriad dissatisfactions with me and trying to keep myself from Saying Something I Would Regret Later, I distracted myself rather successfully by imagining how quickly I would forget this humiliating review in the unlikely event that I was pregnant. That worked really well until, quite unambiguously, my period arrived. And I had another hour of condescending, self-esteem-pummeling review to sit through.
What a fucking day.