'What the $*@& am I doing here?'
A consultant's day plays out similar to one of those United Airlines commercials on TV... it's an animation set against a staccato where you see this business guy waking up early in the morning being careful not to wake up his wife, make himself coffee, drive over to the airport while it's still dusk, stand in line, take the plane, land in a strange city, cab over to a strange office, has a bunch of meetings after meetings after meetings (and he becomes progressively weary and beaten), then he practically crawls into a hotel room dragging his suitcase behind, (the jingle then slows down to a mellow legato) then takes out a teddy bear from his suitecase with a big grin on his face, and he plops down onto his bed as he's talking to his baby daughter on the mobile.
Awwwwwwww....
Now. Take out the whole waking up next to wife bit, repeat the frame on meeting after meeting after meeting over and over and over until you want to hurl something at the TV, then take out the whole teddy bear thing at the end, and you get SORT of an idea what it's like for consultants on the road. (Yes, and it has turned us into visciously sadistic monsters where we take strange delight in watching blood drain your face in disgust.)
Strangely enough, one of the most reflective time for a consultant is late at night in the office, long after everyone has left... so long that usually, even the janitor has made his round and has gone home. They turn off most of the light at the office at certain hour in the night (usually around 9pm), and the the eerie florescent glow from cubicles where their occupants have forgotten to switch off the desk lamps, effervesce into the silent darkness.
Sitting at the desk, the bright notebook computer screen is a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness; you really get to concentrate on whatever it is that you are doing... then once in a while, you lean into the back rest, head arching back and arms stretching out to the side for a few moments, then you glance over at the wrist watch as you retract your arms.
11:15pm
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'What the $*@& am I doing here?'
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No, not 'here' as in the office... no, not 'here' in the building.... no, not even in the city or the general region of the country... it's not even a rhetorical question that has anything to do with physical locations.
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'What the $*@& am I doing here?'
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Yes, you think about A LOT of things at 11:15pm in a deserted, desolate place when you are all by yourself in the dark office. :)
Awwwwwwww....
Now. Take out the whole waking up next to wife bit, repeat the frame on meeting after meeting after meeting over and over and over until you want to hurl something at the TV, then take out the whole teddy bear thing at the end, and you get SORT of an idea what it's like for consultants on the road. (Yes, and it has turned us into visciously sadistic monsters where we take strange delight in watching blood drain your face in disgust.)
Strangely enough, one of the most reflective time for a consultant is late at night in the office, long after everyone has left... so long that usually, even the janitor has made his round and has gone home. They turn off most of the light at the office at certain hour in the night (usually around 9pm), and the the eerie florescent glow from cubicles where their occupants have forgotten to switch off the desk lamps, effervesce into the silent darkness.
Sitting at the desk, the bright notebook computer screen is a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness; you really get to concentrate on whatever it is that you are doing... then once in a while, you lean into the back rest, head arching back and arms stretching out to the side for a few moments, then you glance over at the wrist watch as you retract your arms.
11:15pm
...
'What the $*@& am I doing here?'
....
No, not 'here' as in the office... no, not 'here' in the building.... no, not even in the city or the general region of the country... it's not even a rhetorical question that has anything to do with physical locations.
...
'What the $*@& am I doing here?'
...
Yes, you think about A LOT of things at 11:15pm in a deserted, desolate place when you are all by yourself in the dark office. :)
posted by choongster at 12:32 AM
1 Comments:
11:15pm. Run or I will miss my last bus to home before I wait in the terminal for another hour.
Sweet sweet home.
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