I rarely travel for work, but when I do I like to complain about it. Because I am a hermit, and a homebody, and generally prefer to stick to my usual routines. Travel interferes with all of that. Today I had a quick, same-day trip to the big city which always entails a very early morning. In turn, the very early morning entails a slow decline to my day whereby by roughly 7pm (about as I am writing this), I have zero mental or physical energy left to give.
Also, I realize a lot of people get up earlier than 5 am every day of their lives. You are amazing to me. I require more sleep. A lot more sleep.
5 am — wake up call. I feel…tired.
5:25 am — out the door. Maybe this won’t be so bad. I feel more alert.
5:27 am — I am not alert. And my contact lenses are blurry AF because my eyes are so tired and dry.
5:35 am — coffee is heaven. I am brilliant for always remembering to set the coffee pot before an early morning.
5:57 am — made it to the airport. This day is going to be okay.
6:35 am — This airplane is fully boarded. This day is going to be fantastic because we are ahead of schedule.
6:55 am — scratch that. we are right on time
7:00 – 7:55 am — cardiologists (two of whom are sitting in front of me and talking very loudly) are clearly morning people. I hate them. It’s still going to be a good day, though.
8:00 am — on the train into the city. Public transit is magical when you get a seat. I am feeling good about today.
8:30 am — I am in Starbucks. More coffee = my day is getting better.
9:30 am — Yawns. Uh oh.
10:30 am — Is it only 10:30? The meeting I flew down for doesn’t even start til noon.
12:00 pm — I can do this. I can survive this meeting. Only five more hours to go.
2:00 pm — Wait, what did that person just say? How long have I been tuned out for?
3:30 pm — I feel like this meeting should be over. We have covered all relevant items. Why are we all still talking???
4:30 pm — I am f’ing tired. Why is this meeting still going?
5:00 pm — Ugh. Transit is so freaking crowded at this time of day. And hot. I am sweating. I want to be home.
5:30 pm — The dude next to me in the food court is playing really loud music on his phone. Really loud. I want to rip his iphone from his hands and hurl it…anywhere away from me.
6:00 pm — What is what the multiple staging lines at airport security? Just. Let. Me. Through. Damnit.
6:30 pm — Why are there no good napping spots while you wait for planes? Finally boarding. So tired. Will still be another two hours until I am home. Why do I do this to myself? I need to get back to my non-travelling, hermit ways ASAP.
As you can see, my optimism lasted roughly until 11 am. And then it was a slow decline into crankiness, whining and complaining. Just be thankful you’re not the one who has to put up with me when I get home tonight.