One fun part, possibly the only fun part, of sifting through a thousand unlabled data breach notifications for work is the constant tonal whiplash. One minute it's "an employee went rogue and stole one million dollars in private information, we are all so fucked" and the next it's "someone logged into their Toy's R Us work account on an Apple store display laptop, so your Geoffery's Birthday rewards card number has leaked online."
