The 90 hr Week

So yesterday I completed working for the equivelant of more then two weeks in one week. I guess the 90 hr week for us (that is the "I am actually" working class) is the equivelant of a double hundred scored in a test match, or a perfect game pitched in baseball.

Unfortunately our equivelant comes with twice as much labour, but no accolades. There are no record books that keep record of my counter-parts accomplishing this feat, there are no congratulatory signs put up in coffee shops. Just the good ol' feeling of being high on dope without actually doing dope. Yes that's how I feel right now. And the way things are going, I might be able to accomplish another 90 hr week in succession. And that would be a first for me. I have never before acheived two consequtive 90 hr weeks. So let's just wait and see.

By the way, I am at a client site, and let me just say that the client sites I am used to are cement plants, fertilizer plants, conglomerate HOs. So ending up in a client site which is a casino is a very nice change. So the walk from my cubicle to my hotel room includes two water-falls, about 20 shops, all selling merchandise that no one needs, but everyone buys any way, complex array of slot machines and black jack tables, and numerous couples falling in and out of love or lust! Whatever is on the menu for the day.

So yes, I look forward to this walk that I do twice a day, just for the excess of experiences jumbled up into a mere 10 minutes. And I intentionally walk as slow as I possible can, just to savour everything. Oh and in the middle of it, I also pass through the Star Treck galaxy version of the employee area. Complete with a cafeteria serving 5 cuisines, deserts, and salad bars 24/7, and the hustle and bustle of 25,000 people of every ethnicity imaginable bumping into each other.

I think a novel can be written about this 10 minute walk. It would start out with a fairly ordinary Joe getting up in the morning and dragging himself into the shower, and end by our Joe ending up in a 5x5 feet cubicle, complete with two computers and a notebook. But I am sure if anyone ever reads this novel, it would be for the things in between.

Sort of like the reason we live our lives, for the little things in between. Those rare moments of honesty that come and go sooner then you can say welcome, my kingdom.

I am missing home and my family more and more everyday, and not a single day passes before I want to bid adeu, and just walk (rather fly) away. The thought that keeps me going is that the sicker I get of all of this, the more fun it would be touching home base.

Wow! There must be a greater plan of things, as I was writing this confession of missing my family, Alina just called, and well...just made my day talking to me!

So send out your best pitcher, this batter is ready to blast it out of the park...

Till next time then.