After checking into the Hotel Sarovar, I grabbed some dinner up on top of the building, which overlooks the lake, with a nice view of the nearby mosque. There, the waiter shared how his family lives 60KM away…the ‘maitre’d’ himself hails fromNepal! The taxi driver yesterday in Bangalore also supports his family from afar. It’s clear that globalization but unites – and fragments.

This is what my coworker Darren Begley taught me to do when things pile up at work – an effective stress-masking response to unattainable demands. They seemed to get that here: all of the feedback I’ve read about in our surveys at work came to life when I was in charge of getting the multimedia going for Gideon’s All-Hands’ talks here. For the first 2 times i was lulled into a sense of confidence by the vigorous assurances of our vendors – “it’s being taken care of.” Thanks to Bill’s enlightenment, I was quickly educated in the realities of what a nod really does (or does not) mean. 2.5 hours later, in the hot auditorium, I realized that furious activity and positive ascent do NOT equal a task being done. A good lesson for me in the realities of our globalizing world.

Not another wafer-thin mint, the man cries in Monty Python. Not only do we eat constantly in our hotel, between meetings, during meetings… but a 1-hour flight also includes hot food. Sure puts our pretzels we get on our 5-hour flights to shame!