You leave home early morning, to catch a not-so-early morning flight. The previous night was spent making an unfinished presentation, so you didn't quite sleep well. And obviously the early morning excursion leaves no room for the breakfast. The omnipresent traffic jam greets you on the way. You are based out of a metro, and this is the price you pay for it.
The surly cab driver, the uninterested ground staff lady and the nosy baggage handler are your first human interactions of the day. But you do get a chance to grab a cup of good coffee before the day gets worse. You try to catch a few winks while air borne and that's when the rotund guy across the aisle decides to take a walk across the rickety ATR, giving your seat a violent jerk. You manage to catch only a few winks, literally.
The day drags along with meetings, sales calls, reminders for pending work, piling up of new pending work, hurried lunch and heavy eyelids. It's time to rush back to your return flight - which invariably gets delayed when you are on time. Back to your metro, you wade through the evening traffic. Making calls, returning calls, answering calls - there is no end to it. And with each of those calls being made, returned or answered a little bit of more work becomes pending in the Universe.
Since you left early this morning, your cook had the liberty of not making it on time and so, after the day you have had it is time to scavenge for food. After which you would think that you deserve a full night's sleep, but that unfinished presentation glares at you.
Since you left early this morning, your cook had the liberty of not making it on time and so, after the day you have had it is time to scavenge for food. After which you would think that you deserve a full night's sleep, but that unfinished presentation glares at you.
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