Psychotic Break

It was bound to happen sooner or later, and here it is, at long last. It looks like there will be another project, starting in about three weeks, that I’ll be expected to be in Hyderabad to manage. This means that if I want to spend any time stateside before Thanksgiving, I would need to leave early next week (it's a two day trip each way). I just want to spend a week at home. That’s all. I would consider this to be a modest expectation. I have a project manager on this current matter that could handle things for a week. All of our systems are in place. I don’t want to go to the moon; I want to go to New York. Specifically, Brooklyn, where we have email, telephones, you know, modern communication technology. When I expressed this desire to our COO, she said, “Let’s not count our chickens before they hatch.” Meaning, we don’t know for certain that this new project will start on October 15th, so let’s wait and see . . . uhhhh . . . Let’s not. Because, if I wait for those little chicks to hatch, IT WILL BE TOO LATE FOR ME TO GO HOME. Did I mention that I only want to go for, like, a week. That’s seven days. I’ve been wearing the same three pairs of pants for eight weeks and their starting to wear a little thin (in every sense).

A few of the things I would like to do in New York include: sleep in my own bed; talk to people on the phone; get from point A to point B out of doors . . . and on foot; watch NY1; watch Pardon the Interruption; go to a Mets game if, Pedro’s toe willing, they make the playoffs; drink water from the tap; have sushi; have pizza; have Korean; go to Saul, Henry’s End or Devin Tavern; not be besieged by the saccharine incompetence of Novotel’s staff; prepare a meal in my kitchen; buy skin care products that do not tout their “bleaching” effects; switch from oil to gas; buy tampons; buy dental floss; get my hair done; relish, like a pig in mud, the fact that along with the many unsavory habits New Yorkers have, they also, as a matter of course, tend to wear deodorant; shop at Whole Foods; read my mail; breath early fall air; get a pedicure; maybe make mulled wine . . .

Okay, I feel a little better. But not much.