It was a weekend of work, also of freezing into an icicle, as winter has properly come to Islamabad. My shawl and occasional cardigan will no longer suffice so I have borrowed a coat from my host at least for the morning walk to work, when all the leaves and the ground are rimed with frost.
On Friday there was a party at the house I’m staying at and I took the opportunity to sleep early and wake up late. I had been quite short of sleep for the past week or so, so I slept in as much as I ever do over the weekend, meaning that the latest I slept in was till 8.30, and that felt like too much.
Work today has kicked up another notch or two, and it looks like a frantic sort of week, but then on Friday things should calm down very thoroughly.
It is such a pleasure to work with truly sharp people whom one can respect, I must say. The big boss is one such and although his sharpness makes work for me, it’s good work that I can respect. There are a few others, some suprising: people in different departments, of all kinds and backgrounds, but there’s a moment in a meeting when the quickness emerges and becomes apparent, and there is a sort of glance of mutual respect and recognition.
I sound like a complete twat in this blog post, but in the interest of full disclosure, it’ll stay here.