This isn’t the first time I have asked myself, “What kind of job is this?”.The alarm on my mobile was set incorrectly, so the alarm I’d set on my wristwatch saved my ass. It went off, as it seems to do whenever I’m in a meeting, and woke me at an unknown hour. As I strain to see the digits I realize I can’t remember if I changed the time zone on it or not. I often leave it in the old zone for a few days just a cruel way to measure my jetlag and for a laugh with myself when I’m drinking whiskey at what should be breakfast time. I look for the hotel alarmclock. It’s one of those 70’s style built-in Grundig jobs common in cheap euro hotels. 8:27am. Is that right? I suppose three and a half hours sleep is workable enough. Better than the night before. Once again I forgot to drink that bottle of water I had so carefully placed next to my bed. Little good it will do me now, my head is throbbing. The kind of throb with the sizzle at the end. It worsens as I stand. I give my Altoids box a little shake and it rattles nearly empty with an assortment of unlabelled pills.