I think I sent my brain to India along with my boss and his posse. I didn’t mean to. Somehow my brain is not here where it is suppose to be.
Maybe it is cowering in a corner, curled in a fetal position, rocking back and forth after processing 9, that’s right NINE, business visas for India; 9 non-refundable business class tickets broken up into 2 separate groups, with the accompaning in-country flights that bounce them between 4 cities in 5 days; a grueling 5 day itinerary that I wouldn’t wish on my least favorite person, all in the name of efficiency. All of this to make the bottom line of the company more profitable.
Just listing all that brings back the migrain. Somebody asked me if I wanted to go with them. I screamed as I ran far, far away from the evil, evil person.
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