It's Gonna Take Some Getting Used To, Mate!

How long does it take for someone like me to get used to the idea of making a life out of running around, meeting people who don't look as if they are thrilled to see me. Probably not very long. Give me a few more days I reckon I'd get used to this whole idea of explaining to these young executives with flashy laptops the logistics of moving an equipment from Point A to Point C by way of Point B so that people at Point D can install it in time before people at Point G start to make noise and pull out of the whole deal, which is going to make a lot of people at Point E very unhappy. All because someone in Point B fails to understand the simple concept that in this industry you don't take a look at your watch at the end of a long day so you can have a pint or two with a couple of guys talking about things best left to politicians.

How long does it take for Aunt Su to learn how to use the cellphone? Almost half a day and she's been calling me nearly every hour to say, hello, hang tang mana? Maybe it is not such a hot idea to get her the phone in the first place but I thought it was a pretty harmless piece of technology compared with a laptop so she could learn to Skype. Maybe I should have got her a scooter. Ha ha.

I am beginning to wonder whether I really need an office since I seldom spend more than two hours there, rushing from one appointment to another from morning to late at night. I am typing this at Starbucks in Subang, enjoying my 12th latte for the day that I begin to wonder whether this stuff is really good for me. This whole image of a guy my age drinking coffee at a joint like this, working on a laptop, isn't my idea of what business should be. But I reckon this being the new age and all, I really have to get used to the idea of coffee, laptop, 501s, cotton shirt, Rockport shoes and belts by Greg Norman. You don't see young people dressed this way so I must be that old guy trying to catch up with the world.