Tia Thomas sood at the window of her Manhattan hotel room where she had lived for the last three weeks. She would be moving to an extended stay hotel in Brooklyn Saturday morning. That would take all of however long it took to get there; she traveled light with a hang-up bag and a nice sized rolling suitcase, as well as a backpack for her laptop and other necessities.
Tia was a corporate consultant who did project management. She had come to NYC to work on a data migration project for a large hospital network that was moving from one system to another.
She had spent all of the week so far trying to explain to a group of ER nurses why they could not just tell the administration to add features that would make their jobs easier. The features were reasonable on the surface, but not part of the existing system.
It was a classic case of should be differing from what was. Wanting it to be so did not make it so.
There was no end in sight to the punch list for the project. Phase II was already on the drawing board and Tia had been contracted to stay on and manage that.
“I need more than just going to work,” Tia thought.
Months before, she had been part of a music festival in Miami that raised money and funds for a housing program there. That had been interesting, and Tia had decided to plug in with a similar program in NYC—Habitat Housing.
She was going to a project in Queens on Saturday—after her move to Brooklyn—where she’d meet up with other volunteers.
Tia figured that, besides doing some good and getting her mind off the hospital project, she might meet some people and maybe make some new friends. That, she thought, would be nice since it looked like she’d be in NYC for some time to come.
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