Yup, flying twice a week for buisness was probably the best time of my life.
I used to pass through airports and see businessmen on layovers working on reports of some fashion and think to myself, "you poor bastard, why don't you just enjoy your flight?" So over worked that every spare second was consumed with it.
Then I took the last job I had and I became that poor bastard. Writing reports ON the plane and then transmitting them on a layover. Finalizing projects and placing suplemenatal orders while I was getting drunk at airport bars at 7am while I ate breakfast.
My boss calling me when I was on a layover in Baltimore and neck deep in finalizing another project to tell me she appreciated the hard work, but I needed to slow down and not to be afraid to "call for help" if it got to be "too much."
Too bad the "vibe" or whatever you want to call it was such that I was never going to get that "help" if I asked...
I used to pass through airports and see businessmen on layovers working on reports of some fashion and think to myself, "you poor bastard, why don't you just enjoy your flight?" So over worked that every spare second was consumed with it.
Then I took the last job I had and I became that poor bastard. Writing reports ON the plane and then transmitting them on a layover. Finalizing projects and placing suplemenatal orders while I was getting drunk at airport bars at 7am while I ate breakfast.
My boss calling me when I was on a layover in Baltimore and neck deep in finalizing another project to tell me she appreciated the hard work, but I needed to slow down and not to be afraid to "call for help" if it got to be "too much."
Too bad the "vibe" or whatever you want to call it was such that I was never going to get that "help" if I asked...
Still though, fall 2015 was amazing.