Saturday, November 13, 2004

Leaving on a jet plane

First of all, I'd like to say I've figured out how to save people from tornadoes. I've been watching Twister this evening, and it occurred to me some time ago that every time a tornado catches up with Bill and Jo, it tags them and suddenly vanishes. Even the F5 at the end of the movie. So: put Bill and Jo in front of a tornado, let it catch up to them, and POOF! This pair is tornadobane. Probably because they themselves suck.

Well, about this time tomorrow, if all goes well, I'll be in Atlanta. I have to go down to our office there for three days to do some training. I'm sort of looking forward to it, but really, I'm not. I'm scared to death of flying. Going through customs is an ordeal. I have to get a car there, check into my hotel there, find my way to work there... all things I've never done on a trip before. I wish it were all over with already. I should be home around this time Wednesday night. Most people would consider it an adventure; a friend of mine was waxing eloquent about how lucky I am that the company's paying to send me somewhere else for training. All I can see is the inconvenience. Frankly, I can do the job without leaving town. But the stuff I could learn over the next six months or so could really be invaluable to my career.

Well, we'll see how it goes. What else can I do?

1 comment:

crankycoyote said...

Don't worry too much - the mechanism for business travel is a well-oiled machine that, as long as you adhere to approximately the correct parameters, is much less daunting than it might appear. In time, you'll find business travel tedious for an entirely different reason - you're tired of taking your shoes off at security, and you never sleep well in a hotel bed no matter how much the room cost, and you'd really rather have a PBJ than go try and find another resturaunt in a city you don't know. There's still these occasional magic moments though, where you wake up early for your flight on a beautiful morning in Boise, eat breakfast at a little greasy spoon down by the capitol building, and have time to chat with the cabbie on the way to the airport. Be open to them, and they'll find you. Worry is for people who don't have reservations and expense accounts. :)
ATL as an airport sucks monkey nuts though, I gotta say.