...and I don't just mean missing the family - which is the single most wretched thing about business travel: you don't get to come home and be greeted by your lovely, beautiful, sexy wife and two wonderful little tramps of white fuzziness of loving dogs.No, the second hardest part is figuring out where and when the heck you are at. Am I on the eighth floor or was that this morning's hotel back in (wherever the heck I just was this morning)? Was it room 15 or is it 13? Eventually you give up trying to remember and just keep the little card they give you at check in with the number written down for you.
I used to not carry that, what if someone found my key? Then they have my wallet and I am in a world of hurt anyhow. Of course it isn't smart but how the heck are you supposed to remember when you've been in 5 hotel rooms in four days?! (for those techies out there: check out in the AM at hotel 1, check in to hotel 2 same day, rinse repeat and you get to X hotel rooms in Y days where Y=X-1)
Phew, its remarkable I can even get that straight considering when I woke up this morning it was ... 4:30am in Queensland, I flew to Sydney (3 hour flight) where it was an hour ahead and then after two hours in the airport flew to Singapore (8 hour flight) where it was three hours behind Sydney. So now its 11pm local time and I have been up for 22 hours and can't sleep...
...I am thinking/wishing/dreaming of being home with my lovely and those two furries of ours. They'd keep my straight on the wheres and whens I can tell you that much.
