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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Monday, September 19, 2005
I have a co-worker who is, basically, a bully. He's rude too, but that's another story. Unfortunately, I have had the dubious pleasure, as of late, of having to work directly with him.
On the way home this evening, I passed a woman talking on a cellphone and tailgating the car in front of her. Sounds like normal, eh? It would have been except that her car was festooned with the name of her company -- Bay Cities Driving School.