A Day in the Life Part 1 Clause 3 subsection 4.a

Late night and early mornings, both without alcohol......sometimes 9 to 5 appears more appealing than a mathematics calculation involving caffeine intake versus brain capacity function degradation or something like that. But a path has been chosen to lose bags on an airport conveyor belt in the chase to arrive at some not too indecent hour, at some far flung city and fot this I find alternate bags under my eyes. Life's rich tapestry is getting frayed.

Evening meals of local cuisine that sometimes melts in a mouth and sometimes leaps into a toilet faster than a speeding bullet. Conversations over a dinner is part of the working day, a duty to perform and remember the facts, the figures , and that a joke can be easily misplaced in a second tongue... still, business is business.

Taxis take me to places slowly to offices bright and shiny, in a traffic system that deserves a congestion charge. Taxis take me to remote restaurants that expect a tip or two that does not involve a recommendation on the benefits of fish and chips and vinegar. Taxis take me for a ride as foreign prices are willingly parted with... we know nothing.

A laptop feeds a Powerpoint presentation with a commentary, practiced to"au natural" in an early morning hotel room, being natural does not come easy with a laser pointer in hand, it has to be learnt.

Sleep is rejected in favour of practice makes near perfect in an inperfect world.

I feel I am complaining where others might wish upon a star that 9 to 5 may not be a day in a life. Grass is greener and all that. Today I am tired.