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July 29, 2003 I've been working on a project out here in Atlanta for four months now, and let me tell you, I'm getting more homesick by the minute. I want to sleep in my own bed, answer my own phone, use my own computer, cook in my own kitchen, and read my own mail. I want to shop in stores that I know, eat in my favorite restaurants, and most of all, be with my wife, who is the most important person in the world to me. When people talk about the joys of business travel, don't believe it! Here's what it's like. You sleep in a strange place, surrounded by people you don't know and don't care about. You work in a place that isn't yours, and where you're an outsider. You eat too much, because someone else is paying for it and there's not a lot else to do. You watch too much TV. You spend way too much time on the internet--if you're lucky. You talk to your wife and she wishes you were home and so do you. When you leave, you fight traffic to the airport, and wrestle with the idiots in the TSA. You sit in a cramped airplane, next to some zombie who's as messed up as you are, and in front of you some kid is screaming. Then you submit endless expense reports, which the company takes its time paying. (Right now, the company I work for owes me about $6,000 in travel expenses, dating back over two months-- which is a lot of money, in my book.) You get a couple of days at home, and then repeat the whole process, knowing that your wife's heart breaks just a little every time she sees you start to pack your suitcase. Your heart is breaking too, but you try not to think about it. All this, to do a job you could just as easily do from your living room. God, I want to go home. ------------ Email Scott R. Lucado: scottrlucado@aol.com Comment on this column in the forum. Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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