Sunday with friends

We talk about the value of MBA according to the two of us:

  1. The network
  2. The way we work – put it on the screen and do it together. Prepare before hands, come together and finish the work.
  3. General knowledge of everything – enough to talk the talk and get the specialists to do the work
  4. Stamp of approval for corporate positions

We recommend our friend pursue either 1) full time or 2) executive. We also think the exchange is a great idea to open up another set of networks.

They all leave, and I clean up. Time to get some work done.
Wait… What is this that I see? A small purse with a passport, credit card and… Oh my goodness, my friend just took a train to the airport for a flight leaving in 2 hours.

So I jump in the car to race to the airport. She won’t get my message until she’s out of the train station. I am 15 minutes away when she calls, panicked. I park too far and run as fast I can to her check-in gate. My lungs still burn

My friend asks the check-in agent if she can get a fragile sticker on the back. They don’t have any stickers. My friend says she’s worried about the lamp. The agent says they don’t allow lamps. I scoff and laugh. My friend is tired and crazy.

I send her off to security check point and start walking back.
Is that a mirage? I see a friend coming back from a business trip. Small world?

I enter R100 into the parking machine to pay R20. It just eats the money like a selfish monster. I must find a parking office to get the refund. Another 20 minutes added to my journey.

I come back home. 8 o’clock greets me. I have gotten no work done this weekend. I had so much to do. The trees shake to the winds as I sit down for the first time in 6 days to dance with words.  We can only react to the external forces of life. The planned 8 hour work schedule totally goes out the window.