E pur si muove

My scull is about to burst open. My lungs burn like fire. My heart beats like a runaway baby.
Why do I subject myself to the pain? I wonder.
I look to the left. My fellow cyclist is also suffering. Yet, we make it to the top of the hill, still wondering. Where is the limit? What will happen if I cross it? Will I survive? If not, can it be pushed further?
All these questions and many more, eddy in the mosh pit of my confused brain, while the gig of life, rocks sideways before my burning eyes.
Aaron will be racing this weekend. I need a better bike, otherwise I would go with him. Anyway, there's too much on my plate at the moment. I can't go racing. Even if I did have a bike. Someone would be very upset. My rowing crew, my girlfriend. Anyway, the road goes on and we make it back it one piece each.
After the pain come the endorphins. That is what we are after. Problem is it gets harder and harder to get them. We develop tolerance. Nevermind.
Shower. Food. Bed. Dreams. Start again.
Wake up very early. Hit the road. Walk into meeting. Coffee? No thanks. It developed holes in my stomach that took a long time in covering. I think me and coffee won't be friend again but it's too early to tell and you don't need to know that.
Now this meeting is about a big roll out. Worldwide. So a lot of people are here. Some known faces, others I attach an email address to a face as the meeting progress. About 12 people. Stakeholders a tad worried about bonuses.
I who am I. I am the bitch. Yes, I have to do the dirty work, go and clean the dirty toilets. Do the internet plumbing. Job description, internet plumber. And we're doing some big plumbing at the moment.
The plan in short is to move data from A to B, from one system to another, and make both systems talk to each other. On paper it looks like a very simple task and so it should be but it turns out not to be. That's the reason they pay mugs like me. To make it work.
4 hours go by and not much progress is made.
Meanwhile people are beginning to feel peckish. So am I.
Our marketing director gets pizzahut.com's menu on the projector and the most animated exchange of the morning follows, to decide which pizzas to order.
We end up ordering 8 large pizzas. Plus garlic bread and chicken wings. God forgive us for our sins. What a nasty world we live in. The pizzas are awful plus we end up with 3 whole pizzas, lots of garlic bread and a few wings. plus a big pile of cardboard boxes.
We're is all this junk going to end? I wonder.
Now our marketing director, who I will call J68HB2 is a bizarre character. According to one of the system administrators, who's always snooping on private company email and willing to share his findings on a non-disclosure confidentiality agreement basis, J68HB2 only has sex with elderly women, late fifties and beyond. And there is a reason for it, too.
Now system admin, is thorough and meticulous. He's been snooping for years and could have well written a novel. He's seen relationships; emotional and commercial, start and finish. He's seen evil gossip creating monsters. Viruses filling up inboxes, all sorts. But only keeps track of what interests him and J68HB2 sexual exploits seem to fit the bill.
So the meeting concluded and it was decided amongst many other bullet points that I would have to travel to distant places to sort out this A B communication.
Must be willing to travel was on the job spec.
No date given, but it will happen between now and never, I guess.
Next. Rowing club. Saturday we are racing. Need to train. Harder.
Beautiful evening on the river. The crew works like a single piece of machinery. The cox shouts "Easy oar!". Silence.