Friday, November 17, 2017

Seven Nights, Six Beds

Alternate titles for this blog include “Up in the Air” and “It’s socially appropriate to drink at 10 am when…” Okay, so the second one is probably a little too verbose, but still accurate. I don’t need to get into the details here but I will summarize them by saying that, once upon a time, I had a very reasonable November travel schedule. My very reasonable travel schedule was tossed right out the window when I volunteered for a work trip that was originally not supposed to take place in November at all. Details. So, rather than having only two November trips scheduled with a whole four days in between (reasonable right?), I ended up with three trips scheduled all within the same week.

Shortly after volunteering for this insanity, I started regretting it but the whole thing was so last minute that I couldn’t exactly say “oops, this was a horrible idea, I’m out.” So, my last seven days ended up looking something like this:

IAH – EWR – IAH – SLC – SFO – SEA – SLC – IAH – (driving interlude) – HOU – ATL

Over the course of seven nights, I will have slept in six different beds. All of which leads me to question whether sleeping in an airport terminal (SEA, in case you’re interested) actually counts as sleeping in a “bed”? I’m willing to put that up as a poll; feel free to comment your vote. ;-)

If you’re ever stuck overnight in SEA, let me know, I have some tips. So, it’s day seven and tonight I’ll be sleeping in bed # 6 (my own, thank God). I officially have no idea what time zone I’m supposed to be in but I do know that, by lunch, I will have been in three different time zones and, by dinner, I will have been in all four of the contiguous time zones in the US. All of which brings us around to our two alternate blog titles. It’s safe to say that I’ve been up in the air for the last week and that I am definitely having a drink to celebrate being on the downslope of this nuttiness. My phone says it’s a little after 10 am and I’m pretty sure that it is currently on Mountain time. Thankfully, that means it’s after 12 pm on the East coast and, since that’s where I’m ultimately headed, that’s all that counts. Right??

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