I have read quite a bit about the friendly people in the South and the rude New Yorkers. Almost any fiction set in the South raves on about the helpful “Southerners”. Living in Continue reading
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There was nothing normal about that day. It was the wrong time of the day to be on the road and she was heading off in a route she normally does not take. But like all stories, incidents and Continue reading
There are politics all around you. Put a bunch of strangers together, they’ll divide themselves up into groups and bring out issues you never dreamed about. You try to get away from Continue reading
It is such a simple thing but it never ceases to amaze me. As you probably know, I started my new job a couple of months back and my new office is on the seventh floor. And for someone who has Continue reading