Becky, continued. "So, did you get the upload, yet?" Needless to say, the co-worker's question was unsolicited.

Becky looked up from her work.  Yep, unsurprisingly, the question was asked in a sneery/snarky/and otherwise affected tone - accompanied by various, rather simultaneously conflicting facial expressions.

"Nope."  Becky's unmarked right hand reached for her mouse; her eyes switched their focus back to a mile-long spreadsheet.  "Excel, spreadsheets from hell."  That was an inside joke shared between Becky and a friend from church.  This one, however, was no joke; and it had to be done cob today.  

But evidently ms.thinks-she-knows-all-that, evidently, didn't know - more like, didn't care - enough to take a hint.  Instead, ms.thinks-she... went on and on about her latest hair appointment - how the hair-technician obviously didn't know "they's" job, and how HairPlanet's staff, in general, is becoming wanting.  In short (yeah, that too:/ the green, though passable, didn't quite match up with the pink - the latter, being just a bit too purplish-orange.

Of course, Becky didn't voice what she was really thinking: "What's wrong with just keeping it plain old blond - or whatever other natural color?"  And besides, one of the formulas seemed off, and that needed looked at.  

Oh no, no, NO!  Dear Reader, if ya thought folks were pc repressed in the early 2020s - tighter than any victorian corset could ever do - oh, just wait till the 30s hit.  

As a matter of fact, Becky couldn't help but to notice, less in the way of help-screens were available on-screen - and other things as well.  And yeah, Becky had, for several years, no longer bothered to request from merchants, real paper catalogs - with real paper order-blanks; with which she could fill out and send along with a real paper check.  

These 2030 days, it was nearly impossible to transact routine business (pay bills, buy groceries and such) without a credit-card.  Becky hated it!  Yeah, the credit-card sure  came in handy, a few years back when the car ...  But come on, for a stupid sweater?  That's what real paper checks are for.  And no, those thoughts do not go outside of Becky's real paper diary.

Yep, the woman took down her blog, back around '27 ... no wait, late '25.  It's almost laughable, but not really.  Nobody hardly even read the thing, but it was getting to the point where, no matter how careful and polite (oh Becky strived to remain so) simply to disagree with ... just plain reprobation's ever conflicting, ever confusing - and just plain fetid - fruits.

Well, to make a long post short, Becky had had enough.

Well, enough of this time-travel scenario, for now.  Godda get back to 2021 - and that stupid spreadsheet.