Three weeks in India -- Day Two, Part Two
The jet lag hit me like a ton of bricks this morning, say around 10 or 11, and I've been conscious on borrowed time ever since. I'm amazed I'm still awake at 10:30 now but that will end in a few minutes after I wrap this up and my head gets within about 3 feet of the pillow.
To make matters worse, I've had a nasty post-nasal drip (what's a pre-nasal drip?) that's working it's black magic on my throat and voice. Of course, since I'm here to train people that means I get to stand in front of up to a dozen or more rapt faces waiting eagerly for my next pearl of wisdom, talking all day long. All too often the pearls are preceded by a cough and postceded (if there's no pre-nasal drip does that mean there's no postceding?) by a sniffle. Before the trip I was innoculated against, among other things, Dengue Hemorraghic Fever. The common cold, though, is invicible and all too often available in airline cabins, especially when the passengers represent 6 of the 7 continents of the world. Well maybe South America slipped by so make it 5, but sheez!
So it was a tough day but rewarding. My co-workers and new friends in India are smart and eager, limited though they are by their lack of first hand knowledge of our company's business. When I'm done, if I'm successful, many of those limitations will be less of a barrier -- only time and experience on their part will truly erode them.
So I'm off to a good start, although I wish the day had been as sublime as the breakfast, served at the hotel only a precious few hours before Father Sleep started pulling the covers up over my eyes. The view from the main restaurant was tranquil and peaceful this morning, the foliage appearing jungle like to my North American eyes. At the time I thought it was an omen of good things to come at the office, and though the office was indeed good, it was in fact only a signal that I needed about 100 more hours of sleep. Nine of them start right now.