Thoughts of the "business traveler"
Shortly after the last post, the jetlag hit hard.
I worked for a few more hours then succumbed to a nap. During which I suffered the most intense and disturbing stress dreams I've ever had. It was quite unpleasant, really.
Trying to shake myself of sleep, I contemplated the offer of attending a housewarming party (of all things!) for a friend of a co-worker from Singapore who I haven't yet met in person. Since I'm an introvert who merely puts on a good show, AND have discovered that jetlag exponentially magnifies the symptoms of my already-out-of-control PMS, I decided that I wasn't fit for human company and opted to stay in my hotel room for the rest of the day/night.
So now I'm finishing a bottle of wine (like *that's* gonna help anything,) after eating the best Ma Po Tofu I've ever had, watching Tokyo Drift (hopefully, it's just my state of mind but I actually enjoyed it) and composing a few emails. The last email made me cry like an old woman.
One of my minions, J, was supposed to have been here with me. She's merely 28 (I think), and is one of my top five favorite people. Her mom has been sick with cancer for awhile now. She died today (or was it yesterday?) I can't begin to relate to the pain that J is feeling because, as I've witnessed it over the past several months, there has been nothing that has come close in my life. What can I possibly say?? I know rationally that grief is a *very* personal thing and that no one can or should take that away. But, I really hate the fact that this woman, that I love so dearly, has to feel this so early in her life.
I dunno.
Well. Yes, I do.
The actual tears I cried were not just out of empathy but also envy.
There.
I *envy* J's relationship. I envy her pain. What a fucking HORRIBLE thing to say.
Right.
"and that's all I've got to say about that."
I've got the 'pod plugged into the "in-room entertainment system" -- note to self: must get better speakers at home -- and now have to figure out what sight-seeing I'm doing come hell, high-water, or typhoon tomorrow. One of the boyz I'm traveling with thinks it should be the Giant Buddah on Lantau and I'm inclined to agree.
But more than anything, I wish I were home. I'd attend the Shiva. I would have seen The Kid pitch his first Little League game of the season. I would have paid my bills on time. I would have gone to the Guggenheim (yes, really) and I would have someone to hold me.
So that's enough self-indulgence for one night. If I don't start Googling soon, I won't have any touristy pics to post when I finally get home....
I worked for a few more hours then succumbed to a nap. During which I suffered the most intense and disturbing stress dreams I've ever had. It was quite unpleasant, really.
Trying to shake myself of sleep, I contemplated the offer of attending a housewarming party (of all things!) for a friend of a co-worker from Singapore who I haven't yet met in person. Since I'm an introvert who merely puts on a good show, AND have discovered that jetlag exponentially magnifies the symptoms of my already-out-of-control PMS, I decided that I wasn't fit for human company and opted to stay in my hotel room for the rest of the day/night.
So now I'm finishing a bottle of wine (like *that's* gonna help anything,) after eating the best Ma Po Tofu I've ever had, watching Tokyo Drift (hopefully, it's just my state of mind but I actually enjoyed it) and composing a few emails. The last email made me cry like an old woman.
One of my minions, J, was supposed to have been here with me. She's merely 28 (I think), and is one of my top five favorite people. Her mom has been sick with cancer for awhile now. She died today (or was it yesterday?) I can't begin to relate to the pain that J is feeling because, as I've witnessed it over the past several months, there has been nothing that has come close in my life. What can I possibly say?? I know rationally that grief is a *very* personal thing and that no one can or should take that away. But, I really hate the fact that this woman, that I love so dearly, has to feel this so early in her life.
I dunno.
Well. Yes, I do.
The actual tears I cried were not just out of empathy but also envy.
There.
I *envy* J's relationship. I envy her pain. What a fucking HORRIBLE thing to say.
Right.
"and that's all I've got to say about that."
I've got the 'pod plugged into the "in-room entertainment system" -- note to self: must get better speakers at home -- and now have to figure out what sight-seeing I'm doing come hell, high-water, or typhoon tomorrow. One of the boyz I'm traveling with thinks it should be the Giant Buddah on Lantau and I'm inclined to agree.
But more than anything, I wish I were home. I'd attend the Shiva. I would have seen The Kid pitch his first Little League game of the season. I would have paid my bills on time. I would have gone to the Guggenheim (yes, really) and I would have someone to hold me.
So that's enough self-indulgence for one night. If I don't start Googling soon, I won't have any touristy pics to post when I finally get home....