“Your colleagues are waiting for you.” That was the first thing I heard this morning – a nice, Slavic voice telling me to wake up and get downstairs to the meeting. The new job has begun. I’m in Tbilisi, Georgia, meeting the team of...
Most of the people I know work too much. The workweek is far more than 40 hours – more than 50, probably more like 60. It’s not like we’re attorneys who are making well into six figures our first year out of law school, either. But it’s not...
Second installment. Okay, I learned something new today. If you’re not abjectly miserable in your hotel room, don’t ask for a better hotel room. The one I had was funky, a bit dark, and the pillows were weird (as if filled with crumpled poster board)...
Back in Washington. Now that I’m a blogger, I’m obviously required and trained to notice the differences between life on the road for work, and life at home. Here are some contrasts: In DC: I go online, pay some bills, read the newspaper, send some...
I’ve been so bad about keeping in touch that I thought I’d start a blog. Seven years now I’ve been running around the world with this very strange job, and I’ve been so busy I’ve never really kept track of where, when, how long, why, or...
