We’re leaving for Binsar today and it’s complete chaos in my neck of the woods.
I started working on Monday – and what better day to start work than on your birthday? Well, actually, I started working a few days before that, but I took Monday as the formal start date for myself. Which was really nice of me, because my contract actually dates from 12 Feb. Which is strange, because I’m out of town till Feb 19. But well, these things even themselves out, so why bother.
So I’ve now been working full time for three whole days, and it’s killing me. Well, it’s fun… in a way. Amit says he hasn’t heard me laugh this way in a long time. But then, it’s that half hysterical laugh which says: I’m way stressed out but I can’t cry right now, so let me giggle like a lunatic for a bit and see if that makes it any better.
Anyway, in the midst of a flurry of emails (200? 300?) and F2F meetings requiring a 20-minute drive each way, AND a late night telecon with the US, I haven’t got anything in the way of packing done. And we’re going to be spending three nights on a train, and going from warm, hot Bangalore, through cool, cool Delhi, to what is supposed to be a pretty cold Binsar, which, moreover, has no electricity.
So I’m sitting in the study surrounded by mountains of clothes that need to be packed into numerous backpacks that are evidently too few and too small for the mountains that are supposed to go in them. The girls, for some obscure reason, have a holiday at playschool today and are shouting for my attention.
And what, exactly, am I doing here ignoring them steadfastly? Packing? Working? Meeting important people?
No, I’m blogging! No wonder it’s complete chaos over here.