I was running late for work again this morning, mainly because I left home late. However, it didn’t help that I was stuck behind this car on the West Coast Highway doing the speed limit, which is 50 km/hour, 40 km/hour in some parts, which is ridiculous at peak hour. Or at night.
Stuart saw me arrive, of course. He came into my office to complain about a newspaper article that claimed that men with a certain qualification get further in industry than women on average. He said it would be more enlightening to compare their qualification plus their full-time years worked in an industry. He reckons that when you get your degree or whatever, all you’ve done is graduated from kindergarten, and then the real learning starts. I don’t know any more. Or care, really. He’s worn me down.