Little Mr Mahatma

In which the middle-aged Peacenik mouths off about War Drones--and all the other things that make him cranky.

Mr Mahatma--who is a Mr in real life--lives in the valleys of Southern California with his wife, a herd of Dears, and an impressive collection of books. Pnorny!
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Thursday, July 06, 2006

One of Those Days
Though I got the kids up a little earlier than normal and we got out the door a little earlier than normal, it took me over 1 half-hour, instead of my normal 15 minutes, to get across the Valley to catch my bus. And as I got out of my car, the bus pulled up across the street and left.

I missed the subway connection too. In short, I got to work late. I hate that because I've been in the situation where if you show up to work late once or twice THEY never forget it and you get dinged come review time. But show up to work early for a month and...nothing. At the very least, I like to be consistently on time. Arrive on time and damn well leave on time. I still left on time.

Only to get near home and see a sports car flying through an intersection to smash into an SUV. No one was hurt fortunately and there was a firestation literally half a block away. Just one of those days.

Got home. Did the dishes and laundry. Went to bed. Got out of bed to write this. Now back to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be more than just another day. Didn't even win the lottery.

8:46 PM

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