I can see your undies
Yesterday we started new hire training. Class is going OK, I suppose. Indians have a much different learning style than Americans. They are more impatient to get the entire picture at once, rather than waiting for each piece to be explained fully. They are also very easily sidetracked. It makes for a somewhat difficult task of steering the class in the right direction.

I also spent nearly three hours with various coaches and managers here in a meeting where I basically told them I would no longer do their work for a particular issue. I think I managed to empower them rather than just coming off as a bossy bitch. Anyway, once they're doing this particular task themselves, as they should have been doing all the time, I will have more time to devote to my other responsibilities at work.

I'm hoping to get out into the city this weekend. I would like to go to the local bookstore and pick up a book or two, plus I want to go shoe shopping. I would like to get some sandals to wear around. My sandals from home give me blisters, plus they're a couple of years old, so they're no longer en vogue. I didn't bring them, hoping I could find some here. Anyone that knows me knows about my shoe weakness. Apparently there's this incredible new shoe store here, so of course I have to go.

This morning I couldn't sleep, so I went to the gym and then to the pool. I didn't have my glasses on, so I couldn't see very far away, but I swear that there was a girl there going topless. Absolutely unheard of in India, where even short skirts are still uncommon. Either that or there was a guy wearing a pink Speedo. After all, I only saw the person from the back. Men: please do not wear pink flowery Speedos.

I'm betting I was just having trouble seeing.