I work in New York. My boss works in Los Angeles, but he travels a lot. My big boss works in Jerusalem and he travels even more. Big is used as a term of importance, here. Both of them tower over me physically.
Los Angeles is three hours earlier than New York. Jerusalem is six hours later than New York. I have an important meeting tomorrow and I have to talk to the big boss before I attend it. He isn't in Jerusalem. He is flying to Lisbon, arriving at 8:30 p.m. Portuguese time. That's 4:30 p.m. New York time. I called my boss in Los Angeles a while ago to let him know. He was at lunch. Well, of course he was. It was 1:00 p.m. in California.
Next week, the two of them and my colleague, who is usually in the office next door to me, are flying to Budapest for a conference. It will be a relief to have them all in the same time zone, even if said time zone is 5 hours ahead of me.
Oops, it's 8:43 p.m. in Lisbon. Gotta go.
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Just hearing about your schedules makes my head spin. Carry on, though.
I thought my schedule was tiring - not any more - whew.
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