Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Thursday, May 27, 2004
It turns out I'm now a famous mathematician. First, you have to read the original proof.
Yesterday, I got my paystub and idly opened it to check my vacation and sick leave balances. The latter will be important once the impending rugrat arrives and the former in case I'm suddenly overcome by a need to "retire".
I took the number of vacation hours (208) and divided it by eight hours per day. I then took that number (26) and divided by seven days per week to get the number of weeks of vacation I had available to me.
I was both surprised and upset when the total came out as a little over three-and-a-half weeks.
It took me a while before I realized that I don't need to use vacation time if I don't work on the weekends.