A Room With A View
This morning I was at home, warm in my bed; safe, secure, happy. That was then (6:00 AM), and that was here. Now I’m far away, nine floors high in a strange room and a strange bed, in a room with a view of a giant parking garage. I’m not feeling very warm, I’m not feeling very happy. I’m just here. Again I find myself on the road for the corporation (hallowed be it’s name).
…wasting a day or more jabbering with vendors…
I’m attending a planning session. This is officespeak for wasting a day or more jabbering with vendors about how they can give us stuff if we give them money. In this modern age of technological wonder, you’d think something like this could be achieved by phone call or email. You’d be wrong. The exchange of money seems to require the exchange of verbal pleasantries for six or seven hours culminating in the sacrifice of a steak, a lobster, and some gin and tonic. If it had just ended there things would be fine…. unfortunately we are getting back at it again in the morning.
I’m not going to be home again until late tomorrow. I’m driving. I got to rent a shiny new car and I get to boot home along this path. It will take about three and a half hours, but due to a tear in the space time warp, it will be less time than it takes to fly and clear customs. I should roll into home sometime after 10:00 PM… back home, warm in my bed.
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