Business Travel
March 15, 2007 @ 10:13 pm by Geoff | Rants
Business Travel, so exciting it drips with its own enthusiams. I can remember (it wasn’t that long ago) getting ready for my first business trip all on my ownsome, headed out west to do the unknown. Wow. I’ve got to admit it sure was fun the first time.
Well… kind of fun. I got to the airport late. Opps. Missed that first flight. Opps. Had to call in all fluster and let the boss know. Opps. That sure was scary and I bet that the boss was laughing her head off at me. Rookies.
So there you are out on the road, doing the airplane thing. Your a member of the jet set crew; one of the people that buys funny pillows for sleeping upright. You’re the guy with the funny red light blocking out background noise. You’ve become the woman that tries to get on the plane as fast as possible so she can stow her carry on bag which never quites fits without a fight. You get to talk about things like leg room and the guy that took the whole arm rest. You’re really concerned about personal comfort.
Its a mysterious club, full of veterns, and hidden privelege.
Frequent flyer miles leading to the promise of silver then gold, and the coveted platinum memberships all of which are a swelling wave of rank and power.
You’re are not a rookie anymore.
The best part of the deal is seeing all of these wonderful places: Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Texas, Colorado, California…
In the end its kind of sad though. With a few treasured exceptions what have your really seen to say you’ve been somewhere. Another Marriott or if your lucky a Double Tree (they do have fresh cookies). Better yet a delicious and healthy meal at Outback with the other people trying to eat at the bar before it gets busy; or maybe your brave enough to bring a book and risk social outkast status as you sit solo in your booth trying to keep a low profile.
You’re feeling like you’ve seen the same airline hostess before and you know her routine…
So my friends if your stuck in that rut make sure you get out farther than the starbucks and PF Changs. Don’t visit the mall, take a tour with out a guide. Go see the band in a smoky dilapidated shack an hour outside of Baton Rouge or get lost in the Pecan tree lined roads on your way out of Sacramento to Modesto. Play some golf in the nameless city course in Parker Arizonia and take the picture out of your window on your way back to Vegas when you segway through Bullhead city and please, please stop at the vineyard you noticed and have a taste for.
You will thank me; I promise.