Bangladeshis reckon they have 6 seasons a year, of which we're currently starting the rainy season. According to the Lonely Planet (granted - this is hardly the most accurate publication on Bangladesh) there are only 4 discernable seasons. But whatever. The rainy season officially started on 15th June and it was like someone turned on a switch, cos I woke up that morning to heavy rain and it hasn't let up since.
So I am going stir-crazy being stuck inside. I have plenty of work to be going on with, but it's really thrown me cos I was all psyched up to be doing home visits, not paperwork. I really need to be in the zone to get stuff done.
This morning's discussion went thus:
Colleague: What is your schedule for today?
Me: Visit to X village to see 4 clients.
Colleague: But it is raining! This is impossible for you. You are not accustomed to this weather.
Me: Isn't it going to be raining for the next 2 or 3 months?
Colleague: Yes.
Me: So I may as well get accustomed to it now, hey? Otherwise all these people will not get any therapy for months.
Colleague: But you will fall over and get mud on your dress.
Me: That's okay - if that happens, I'll just come back here and get cleaned up.
Colleague: No, it's really a bad idea. You go to your room and take rest.
(General nods of agreement from the other staff members.)
Me: Are you sure?
Colleague: This is the only thing for you to do.
Now, who could argue with that logic?!? Screw work, I'll do as instructed and "take rest". This is my kind of work ethic.
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