I have been in Turkey since June 15th, four weeks, delivering training every day except one, from 9 in the morning until after 7 at night, perhaps with half an hours break. But, I love my job.
The hours I work do not give me time to relax, after standing in front of people for nearly ten hours each day, the last thing I want is to socialise, go dancing, drinking, all I want is my bed, a little TV to switch my brain off, and a shower.
The type of work I do also takes me to different parts of the world as groups, companies invite me to give trainings to their organisations or to the public, which means I live out of a suitcase, leaving me only a small space to pack a limited amount of clothes.
I often forget to pack sufficient clothes for my trips. This time it was trousers. The heat, the length of time I am here, I needed an extra pair, plus some shorts because of the heat, so I had to buy some.
I also often forget to pack enough toiletries like soap, shampoo, deodorant etc, and this time I did not bring nail clippers. My nails my finger nails are getting too long, but I am not going to buy another nail clipper.
Shirts? I usually pack enough, having a variety to choose from.
I usually give the shirts after I have worn them to the hotel to wash and iron them as I have no facilities. I did this two days ago having a couple of clean shirts left, for the next two days.
But they have lost my shirts.
Oh Poo Poo. What do I do now? I do not want to buy more, I cannot afford more expense, but I may have no choice, I cannot go in the course in an old shirt, the participants would not get anywhere near me, they need to be washed, and I cannot go in bare chested.
Oh the joys of living out of a suitcase.