|This post was written in 3B – three beers – and it looks good, eh?|
A week on a plane – sounds kind of like a terribly awesome Samuel L. Jackson movie. Fasten your seat belts because this month, it’s my life. Okay, I exaggerated a little bit. A clock-in and clock-out work-week on a plane, is more like it. I will spend over 40 hours this month on a plane. Ear-phones and noise-cancellation head-phones are my secret. But an entire work-week without the water cooler to make the time go by? Take off, eh!
Moral of the story – be careful what you wish for. I always wanted a job that would take me places. I wanted a gig that would let me meet people from different cultures, nosh on culinary staples designed for worldly pallets, and circle cubicles in unexpected dimensions.
And that is what I am doing – to a certain extent. But we all know that business travel is not as lavish or glorious as it sounds. And it isn’t (though I have met a wonderful assortment of people this year). In the end, nothing is better than eating over-salted popcorn with my main squeeze. And that is where I would always rather be. There is a preverbal silver lining, other than perspective: the opportunity four-times over to drain my laptop battery on a tray table while I inch closer towards the final period to that novel I always talk about.
Happy writing, from Gate 76B.
No hyphenated words were fatigued during this post.