On my way to work, I was feeling good because I didn't wake up late, especially on Monday's. Late is not really an importance at my work, but the time variable is still important to me. "What time does our work day start?" Her response came with much surprise and relief, "Anytime between 830 and 930am." I came to the conclusion that this work environment was flexible with the time we come in, due to the 30-minute commute most of needed to do from San Jose. I wouldn't mind taking advantage of the 'work from home once a week' to conserve our precious cars/gas tanks. This is likely not to happen. Hopefully, one day, some day we'll move the business to Fremont. Who knows?

So, back to the main topic- I had just drove onto the freeway from Berryessa. The first lane, easy to get in to. Managed without any negative emotions. The second lane actually took a bit longer because some cars move faster than the first, but not that fast. My chance finally came so I signaled. Suddenly, in my left rear mirror, I see the van speeding up behind me getting into the same lane as myself. But, from what I see, he's trying to get into the third lane. From my view, he had plenty of time to get into the second, and smoothly into the third. Instead, he waits and does the two-lane change like and idiot and nearly clips my left rear bumper. Unsure if he gave me a look because I never look at the drivers of other cars. It only causes emotions that could be avoided. Unless I'm in the passenger seat, I'll throw stuff at the other car (not literally). It matters not which car I'm driving, if I was clipped, I would do my best to make what happened his fault. Ok, it's out. It's over, nothing bad came of it.

note: Don't say something if you don't mean it.