Last night, I had a couple of glasses of wine and decided not to drive home but to rise early this morning at 5:30 and leave from my friend's house to get to work in San Francisco. This meant having to be alert in the dark of the pre-dawn day and drive down a paved, winding road strewn with brush to get to the road which hooks up to 101 South. It was a relief to get to the bottom and see a sign, obviously made by one of the residents, encaptioned "TO TOWN." The sunrise was especially intense with bands of orange and gold stretching out across the eastern sky, not at all ungodly.
Driving's such an individual skill and some people can't drive the speed limit at all on the freeways causing them to slow down and other drivers to switch lanes to avoid them. I learned years ago that you can't have six car lengths between you and the car in front of you driving 65 mph on busy freeways. When there is that much space, people pass you from behind and jump in it. I remember a cop in traffic school (that I had to attend to have a speeding ticket for going 35 in a 25 zone erased from my record) informing us that the rule in rush hour on freeways is that you should watch the brake lights of the third car ahead...
Work this past year has been in a big law firm downtown, where I handle the Trademark files. It's stressless, but just as boring as hell. That's about all I can reveal about it. There are a number of funny, friendly people who are, for the most part, bright and personable, but they're in the lower percentage of the firm's population.
Anyone have a job for a former library assistant whose major interests are NOT in the corporate world???
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