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Been horribly light on the blogging lately, sigh.  The last two weeks at work have been a bit too hectic, so I took this past weekend off strenuous activities and planned on catching up on sleep and staying off coffee.  Yes, I actually succeeded in escaping the evil lure of Starbucks and the fancy espresso machine in the office.  To top that, I even managed to work out twice, eat relatively healthy, and sleep in on Saturday.  And during all that, my body sent me some clear signals of overload.  I felt lethargic and sleepy almost throughout the weekend.  Nature's way of telling me hey, slow down a bit.  Now I just need to make this a habit, or rather, my workload needs paring down. 

Too bad I slept late on Sunday night.  And alas no rest for the weary, I found myself back to the grind on Monday, working till 1am.  I'm flying out to Chicago tonight for a whole day of giving interviews at Kellogg.  (Such a shame I won't be able to visit the Windy City for my first time.)  After the 8-5 interview marathon, I'll be rushing myself back to the airport and to touch down at Atlanta around midnight.  That would make it flying every day for four days in a row.  I commented to my colleague that it's like being partner, to which he retorted, “except partners don't work late into the night on PowerPoint.”  That's right, instead of schmoozing clients or making back room deals, us lower rung simply take it from the Micro$oft Office suite in the orifice.  We're slide bitches.

The glamor part of consulting travel is pretty much non-existent.  Yes, you rack up a ton of hotel points and airline miles (actually not so many since domestic travel yields chump change), but what's the point if you don't even care about the amenities any more?  Just yesterday, I was all settled into my seat when the flight attendant informed me of my upgrade clearing and the chance to move up to the first class cabin.  Believe it or not, I promptly told her I don't feel like moving any more.  Before her surprised and exasperated expression even registered in my mind, I had passed out cold.  And all these good things I keep hearing about Atlanta and Chicago, I've yet to experience any of it, because by the end of Thursday, all I want to do is have a few nights of decent rest and food in the comfort of my own place, a challenge in its own with the distractions of NYC.

Wish me a smooth travel tonight and some entertaining interviewees.  I promise to be nice to the bright-eyed first year MBA students looking for a summer gig, but the someone who shows me a bit of wit and a sense of humor will earn her/himself some brownie points.