Shades of Gray

Several people in my office have cheerfully informed me that my hair is starting to go gray, as if I wasn’t capable of noticing this transition myself.

I don’t mind having gray hair, but it’s disturbing to have people point it out on a regular basis. No one would dare call attention to gray hair on a female bureaucrat. That would be asking to have a grievance filed on your ass.

I know perfectly well I’m older than the goddamn furniture. I know the youthful vigor I once tapped to face the workaday world is long gone and my stoic, frown-lined countenance undoubtedly reflects this.

But that’s no reason to remind me I’m dying.