Naturally it’s only on the VERY LAST DAY of a four-day weekend that I get sunburned, so I get to dazzle my colleagues with an embarrassing, bright red forehead. It’s a good thing I’d already unscrewed the fluorescent bulbs over my desk; perhaps the relative darkness will hide my parboiled visage.

Now with just a bit more luck, my irradiated epidermis will remain intact through tomorrow’s data center meeting, so my colleagues, who already suffer enough by having to look at my ugly mug, won’t be treated to the additional displeasure of watching my face-flakes drift down onto the conference table.