My name would be Stephen, which I'd be Ok with.

My hair's gone kind of brushed-pewter gray on the sides, but weirdly still photographs as black unless I'm outside in noonday sun. So I'll continue to look about a decade younger in photos than in person for the foreseeable future. (This has actually torpedoed a date for me before, and got me very bent out of shape when the guy wouldn't believe that I'd sent him a recent picture.)

My name would be Paisley. Do with that what you will.

I even managed to stand and read all the sunscreen to find one I'm not allergic to.

What is it?

I ended up with Neutrogena pure & free baby sunscreen, which is fragrance free and uses titanium dioxide and zinc oxide. It was the best best I could find after reading all the tiny type. I recognize that there people with many children who actually go into the sun willingly, but why does so much sunscreen come in vats?

I swear that Target is the worst store for having similar products in different sizes. Comparison shopping is one giant math class.

I recognize that there people with many children who actually go into the sun willingly, but why does so much sunscreen come in vats?

It's because of the difficulty in smearing sunscreen on a jumped-up child. It's so much easier just to grab them by the foot and dip them in it, Achilles-style. Expect a rash (oh yes, I went there) of heel-specific sunburns this summer!

Yay, Mountain View!

My name would be, working back by decade: Daniela, Kaylee, Krista, Erika (waves toward AZ), Heather, Constance, Edith, Georgia, Opal, Audrey, Rosie, Estelle, and Dorothy.

Timelies all!

My today name would be Arabella. 2000s name would be Ruth, 1990s Jill, 1980s Joni, 1970s Vivian. Not bad. It's when I go earlier that things get bad. 1960s name? Bertha. 1950s? Erma. I stopped looking after that.

My hair is getting more salt in the salt-and-pepper. The grey/white/silver(I'm not sure which) are more noticeable when my hair is down from the barrette.

I am Adilyn, not bad. The worst was Lakeysha. I'm envisioning that spelt with a dollar sign.

Got to witness, in two separate but consecutive instances, bossman and facilities manager be pissy about each other behind each others backs. Dudes, you're both fucking up, and you can't lord it over the other when they fuck up, because you have your own glass house to look after, get your shit together! You're both over fifty, act like grown responsible men!

When I saw them getting pissy at each other about another hotbed of a topic that is actually entirely the ED's fault, I ran. Literally. I really did want to be informed about why a certain problem existed, but those two are such a hotbed together.

And I continue to be unhappy with how bossman continues to create divisiveness amongst the staff with his control-freakness and dickishness. A colleague came over to relate an anecdote of a 1st grader who got their finger stuck in an eye-screw in the greenhouse. Hours later bossman sought me out to inquire as to whether she had been trying to suggest that we remove the eyescrews. Really? that's what you're dwelling on? She didn't ask us to, she might have been entertaining the thought, nervous person that she is, but she didn't ask us to do so. Don't make it a bigger thing than it was. We rationally talked it out and concluded that it was an interesting anecdote and that even verbally cautioning against sticking fingers in inappropriate places would only place ideas in these kids heads. She even presented it as a funny story.

So, control freak, and paranoid, excellent. Stop trying to create problems and enemies. You've got enough of that without trying.

Made it home, did not get rained on, legs are ready to liquefy.

And it looks like we have resolution of that cluster from last week, finally. This has been such a tempest in a teapot - multiple people across several departments jumping through hoops, sometimes backwards and on fire. Twice someone (with the authority to make the decision) has said we are canceling the whole thing it isn't worth the trouble only to change their mind the next day, but goddammit those cookie sheets will be in stores to be given away with a purchase of something else (I don't even know what) next week.

YAY getting home!

I was just thinking YAY rain, but Boo drive home in the rain.

Such is life.

While I was away, a sign appeared on one of the new buildings going up beside my grocery store. We're getting a Chipotle! And they deliver! Some of them, anyway. The ability to have someone bring me a burrito whenever I want one might not be all that good for me, to be honest.