I’m charging my 3DS. I have my favorite travel shirt, the one with the *HUGE* breast pocket (large enough to hold a CD case) washed and it was dried with a fabric softener sheet. I have a book of Sudoku.
And, 29 hours later, I’m going to be halfway across the world.
It seems silly to complain about being on a plane *SOOOOOO* long when, not so very long ago, any trip to the Middle East from Colorado would have taken *MONTHS*… but, I guess, I’m pretty silly. Without getting into issues of how people traveled for months, how did people make this flight before handheld games, I wonder. Alcohol, probably. Let those in charge of the flight get you sloshed up and you wake up groggy in your eventual destination and you get a cab to your hotel and sleep it off.
The easy part is the working. You go to work. You have a list of problems that you promised to take care of that is longer than a team twice the size could take care of… then you just aim the managerial portion of the team in the direction of the various people in charge of schmoozing and get to work in peace. Not merely working 8s or 10s, probably working 12s. Not *THAT* big of a deal… it’s not like you’re likely to get back to the hotel and get dressed to go out and shake your butt on the dance floor. So since your options are working in a lab or not working in an alien hotel room, it’s pretty easy to pick “working”.
Then, once you got farther down the list of problems than your bosses reasonably expected you to go, it’s right around time for you to pack up, turn around, and get on a plane again.
I admit: one of my favorite moments of the last few trips was stopping in Germany and going into a little restaurant in the airport and ordering a real sausage.
Then spend a mere 20 more hours on a plane and find yourself back home. And saying “holy cow… it’s chilly. Don’t you feel chilly?”
But before that happens, I have to pack. So that’s what I’m going to be doing on Friday night. Saturday morning spent with Maribou at one of our little breakfast places (“seriously, don’t get the red chili if you’re going to be on a plane.”). Then… well, the magic of halfway around the planet in about a day.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)