My travel buddy. Seems fitting to toss up a photo of Ganesh before I go. Dude looks pretty excited about those grapes.
The Starbucks in the airport closes at 9:30 p.m. It’s now 9:54 p.m. Sigh.
I’m reminded of the movie The Out of Towners in which Jack Lemmon doesn’t eat and then loses his chance. Lots of whining ensues.
My story. So, let me begin this way. It has come to my attention that my tour guide/friend from India and I have hugely different ideas of what acceptable accommodations are, begging the question of just how well do I know this guy?
I just had to put an exclamation point on that. The community feeling at our company is so strong and our confidence in each other is so great that we can literally fly halfway around the world on a few days notice and instantly feel at home.
It may sound like I’m drinking the cool aid, but our values cross international borders and our company culture is strong. Whether I am vacationing by a remote campfire in the Olympic National Forest in the U.S. or meeting a colleague in Mumbai, I continue to hear stories of how our products are the best on the world. It’s something for us all to be very proud of.
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Got here. At hotel. Internet works, but phone doesn’t. I need to go talk with the “business services” part of the hotel and get them to give me a SIM card for my iPhone.
Not sure how many consecutive hours I’ve been traveling. I left the house at 3 a.m. on Monday and now it’s 8:45 p.m. Mumbai time the next day with a 13.5+ hour time difference.
At this point, if you told me I had two “f”s in my last name, I’d say “ok, sure.”
The drive from Mumbai to the airport — not sure how to describe that.
In fact I feel like when you get to the very top of a roller coaster ride and you know you’re about to take off but haven’t yet.