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October 14, 2002-8:17 p.m. Friday we had training with the trucker�s daughter. This was my first glimpse of her in her new role as trainer. I only wish it had been briefer. Despite her promotion and entry into a more visible position, her wardrobe hasn�t changed at all. She�s still wearing the dollar store sale rack t-shirt outfits. I guess that will never change. Her posture is really drill-sergeant-y. She stands with her legs far apart. Completely un-femme. Her teaching style is total kindergarten. She had people reading portions of the lesson aloud. If no one volunteered to read she would call on people. I neither volunteered nor was called upon, surprisingly enough. Oh and if you think I�m evil, read Gerkat�s Gravel Muffin story! **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
