One of my bosses does regular rounds on the floors and one of his favourite questions is – What have you sold today?
Then I realised –
My soul.
One of my bosses does regular rounds on the floors and one of his favourite questions is – What have you sold today?
Then I realised –
My soul.
A few men from Flens
were sitting on a fence
one fell in the mud
right on his butt
Making the others feel tense
I am in Delhi at the moment and have a driver who takes me to and from the office.
He says there are three things you need to drive in Delhi.
1. A good horn
2. Good brakes
3. Good luck
I can attest to the veracity of this statement. It is astonishing that the entire population of Delhi has not been killed in traffic accidents yet.
Whatever forces or system are at play – it seems to work, defying all logic and sense.
Ok, so I travel for work. A lot, of late.
San Fran, New Orleans, Singapore, India…and then of course the travel we do for fun. Singapore, Hong Kong, Xian, Phuket.
But let’s focus on work related travel. It sucks, mostly. Simply because you work a lot more when you are away from home. There just isn’t anything else to do, and even if there was, you rather check one more email, write one more instruction or whatever else you do for a crust.
It also sours countries for you. I love Singapore. I really do. Working there can be likened to entering somewhere between the eighth and ninth circle of hell – Treachery and Fraud – if you follow Dante.
Anyway, it is a very different experience that one has.
Most work related travel is also superfluous – Do we really need to go places in person for work these days? Really? What about video conferencing, instant messaging, Online collaboration and virtual encounters?
Right now I am in India, for the first time – and it is for work.
Sad, but that’s where we are now.
How do you feel about work travel? Like it? Hate it? Meh…?
(PS Why is everybody beeping here all the time???)
Five boys in Sweden
Couldn’t be beaten
ran up the hill
round the old mill
and were lapped by Wil Wheaton.
In essence, we dwell
in darkness,
mostly unbeknownst to us
mostly accepted as the status quo
yet
we await illumination
a light, a hint, a whipser
never fully realising
that we carry the light
inside
between the thieves
beneath the surface
within
always and without fail
So, then…
why the darkness?
We accept the lie
the great lie
the only lie that matters.
As the poet said
Finnegans wake!
Will you?