A few months ago I was on a plane headed from Tampa to Dallas next to an all to perky lady who was so excited to be on her first business trip. As she began to tell me all that she did and how much fun she was going to have with all of her business travel she had ahead of her I had one thought . . . . SUCKER!
After my recent trip from which I just returned, I can assure you that there is no glamour in business travel. Need proof, here are some low-lights of my most recent trip:
12:15 am
Arrive in Boston and go stand out to wait for the Rental Car bus to bring me to the Alamo counter. Upon arriving at the counter, I am met with a less than enthusiastic "Far Side" character looking man who speaks with all of the volume of of a church whisper and then gets frustrated when I say excuse me because I did not here. Mr. Boombox and I finish our transaction and despite his frustration with my poor hearing he upgrades me to a mid-size. I walk out to get my mid-size and there are none. After some discussion and a few more "excuse me's" I am finally in my car and headed to my destination. Did I mention it was a PT Cruiser? More on this later.
Day 1
12:52 am
I drive all of 35 feet and come to the gated outpost where I must brandish the contract that was just issued to me. This is where I meet Dennis Leary's ugly kid brother who is obviously quote bitter that he has the third shift in the Alamo Car Rental check-out post. I deliver my license and contract and Smiles begins tapping on a keyboard which brings on a strings of "damn it's" and other obscenities that would make a sailor blush. Finally my silent prayers are met and human wit has overcome the key board, I receive my contract and license back and manage to pull out of the lot without any harm (I was afraid during the course of his near mental breakdown that the third shift bitterness may have overtaken him at some point and in his insane rage he would have snapped and I would be abducted and stuffed in his freezer).
1:04 am
I drive 450 feet and am met with a toll booth where I part with almost $4.00. I am informed this is for the privilege of using the tunnel and that it beats swimming. I am so tired by this point that while my mind is racing with a swarm of comments, most of which include "Dumb Ass", I reply with a weak smile, take my change and drive on.
1:27 am
I pull into the hotel and check-in explaining to the agent that the last time I checked in after midnight I was assessed a full room fee and a cancellation fee and I need assurances this won't happen again. The peach of a woman behind the desk, we will call her Connie, give me a look that tells me she is thinking of a swarm of comments, most of which include "Dumb Ass", but because she is to tired she simply gives a weak smile and says "ok". I get my key, am told the general direction of the elevator and off I go.
1:31am
Arrive at my door and get that red blinking light when pulling my key out that tells you its not working. I begin to think I am at the wrong door or perhaps the third shift man in the Alamo outpost beat me to the hotel and wants to stuff me in his freezer. After a rain dance to the gods of business travel, the key works, I dump my belongings and go to bed.
Day 2
7:00 am
Alarm goes off, words I learned just six hours before from the Alamo outpost man come screaming into my conscious thoughts as I reach for the snooze.
7:09am
Alarm again, this time the words are audible and I wonder why in the world do they make the snooze 9 minutes? Would it kill them to just go an even 10? I ponder this thought for awhile and the words "Dumb Ass" come to my mind and I am beginning to sense a trend.
7:10am - 6:42pm
Spend all day working in the hotel room because it is $600 cheaper for me to be there a day before my meetings than actually fly in this day. Why? I have no idea, ask the airlines and insert running theme here.
6:49pm
Sit down at the local Chili's bar for a salad and a chicken sandwich. It is there I meet Jim who just retired in October. We speak about our families, his career in electronics, politics, sports and other various topics. He asks me what I do and when I inform him I run a company with my brother he becomes exuberant and the next 30 minutes are me giving our corporate pitch to a man I know damn well has no intention of buying.
7:28pm
Mark sits down to my right at the bar, Jim, who is to my left introduces himself and me to Mark. I take advantage of a quick breath taken by Jim to inform Mark that Jim and I are not a couple and have met simply by coincidence. Jim catches his breath and finishes by informing Mark that I am a CEO of a company. I suddenly feel like a show&tell item, we make small talk but refuse to make eye contact. I am still not sure Mark believes my story and Jim & I.
7:54pm
I announce my departure, shake hands with Jim and Mark and tell them how delightful it was to meet them both and walk out the exit alone. Mark has to believe me now . . . . . doesn't he?
9:13pm
Trying to get the hotel iron cord untangled so I do not look like a wrinkled mess on the next day's presentation. Have a close call with burning myself, escape unscathed
9:52pm
Crawl into bed and after some time finally asleep
Day 3
7:01am
Alarm, I hit snooze
7:10am
I see it is indeed 7:10 and while I know its been nine minutes it feels like 10 and I feel some kind of satisfaction that I have just outwitted the programmers of the universal snooze button.
8:25am
Head off to Starbucks before I go to my conference, need a good boost and look forward to a Venti dose of caffeine. Pull into the Starbucks and my key will not come out of the ignition and the car won't turn off. I laugh, but its a nervous laugh, as I know I can't get my Starbucks as leaving a running car in the parking lot is not an option. I turn the key, I plead, I pray, I dance to the gods of travel and get nothing!
8:28am
I call Alamo Roadside Assistance and inform them of my plight including extra emphasis on my inability to get coffee. My assigned agent, we will call her Mikayla, has me run through all of the steps I went through just 3 minutes prior minus the dance. FAILURE!
9:18am
Second call with Mikayla where I inform her that due to my being due in a meeting I will leave the PT (stand for piece of trash) Cruiser (sorry Mr. Iacocca I know you worked hard by the PT Cruiser sucks) running in the Marriott parking lot. Mikayla informs me to lock all the doors except for the back door on the drivers side. Apparently car thieves are thrown way off when only one door, especially the back-side driver door is left open.
11:00am - 2:13pm
Fight the Marriott wireless network to get a connection. Flashbacks to the Alamo outpost man come storming back.
2:14pm
Success! Connection made!
2:15pm
Are you ^%$*&($# kidding me, where did the connection go?
2:17pm - 9:41pm
Presentation, Q&A, dinner
11:48pm
Watch the Yankees wrap-up the game and celebrate their 27th World Series Championship!
I guess travel is not all that bad