Yesterday ended my run with the rush to finish 7 months of work in 4 months and was able to turn over all remaining task levels to the program manager that will see things thrugh next steps. I was enthusiastically thanked by our Chief Architect which was a thrill and a moment of extreme happiness at what we did. Our architect team is the finest group of technical resources I have ever worked with. They understand all the various parts of the project, are skilled at building the bridge between our exercise and what we call “steady state”. It was a joy to work on this project the last months and I count a lot of the client/customer folks as friends now too which is great. I also managed to learn how effective ITIL change management works in a real setting and not some book or class setting. This allowed me to participate in the process, file change records, get work scheduled smart, and understand how risk is analyzed by a ItIL change manager. Very rewarding and I appreciate the learning!
Now its Saturday and I’m between projects at IBM although the next one has been assigned and its one of those problem projects. The previous PM was not well received there so there is work to recoup that goodwill and ability to engage and get the customer working with us again.
Its dreary out here today and for some reason my thoughts filter back to other places. I remember once waking up in Akasaka Japan at the rather remarkable ANA Intercontinental Hotel back in 2010 on my first day of investigations. I ordered room service then and the hotel window was showing rain drops tearing down. The person taking my coffee ordered told me that I would see my coffee in 3 to 5 minutes. In 4 minutes, a doorbell rang to my room and I had my coffee pot. Of course, expensive. Of course I felt pampered. The rain still streaked down but I knew it would stop and that I would motor forward and my feet would take me to Shinjuku after a Met ride. The first day stayed wet overall but the second day dawned early with a kiss of late spring. The skies were pale blues and yellows as the sun touched its way up.
I bet you all have memories of places where you have some connection. A place where you “know” that upon return the forces will all align and the stars shine and the paths that lay before will gladly accept your feet. For me Japan is that place. It welcomes me each time as though it knows I am wearied from the forces of destruction in my life. Divorce, hatred, acceptance of things or not. Japan would always stream its welcome video and let me know I was accepted there. I could let the things go as I tramped the city streets getting completely lost.
I stopped once for coffee and remember starting out the window. Perhaps I knew I would never reach this particular coffee place again so the Latte tasted special good and the people were in their little wireless world. I saw school girls giggling. Day workers staring absently at the clouds parting. Older folks like me traveling their paths that all stopped with the coffee. I sat for an hour or more and felt no need to leave but leave I did. My fee took me down the street to other places and the rain had stopped.
Then I flash forward to this Saturday and this Starbucks. Japan is a memory but I’ll go back this year. The divorce is a memory and now I live as I want and do what I want with what I have left. I’ve finally found the path to happiness living with a bunch of guys that all talk, eat but also curb the desire to explode on a person’s solitude. They understand. At home, I never was understood and I never understood the things which had happened.
So, Starbucks and history compete for my time and I’m glad to have the memories of India, Singapore, Japan. I hope your Saturday is well balanced or not and the barista has made the coffee that builds your life. There is despair. Hope, Happiness. Sadness. Much like Eclesiastes says. I may drive down to a hole in the wall Indian place for dinner because I can. Its a 30 minute drive and I can have rice, Chicken Tikka Marsala, and some good garlic Naan. I can drive around Milpitas and wonder.
That’s a plan for today’s dreary day!