- people who sit beside me who think that I want to talk to them for the entire flight
- people who sit beside me who have REALLY bad breath
- late flights
- early morning flights
- crappy airplane food
- really bad wine that you have to pay for
- stupid airplane rules - seriously, the plane costs $500 million dollars and my cheap, shitty cell phone will disrupt what exactly. And if it does, don't you think that you should spend, oh I don't know, spend another $20 bucks and make it so that cell phones won't make the plane crash
- that I have to put all of my toiletries into a baggie
- that I have to take my shoes off to go through the scanner
- people who do not properly strip (shoes, belt, empty pockets, etc) before going through the scanner and making those of us standing in our sock feet wait while he/she gets the cavity search
- people who pull on the back of my chair to get up
- people who fart on the plane - you know who you are
- the fact that I have to buy the worst headphones in the world to watch the movies
- people who feel that showering is beneath them. These people usually end up sitting beside me and I want to die from the stench.
Whew, I feel better! Most times, I get on and off planes like I get in and out of my car but this past week of flights has been brutal. I need that lottery win to kick in so that I only have to travel when I want to, to places that I want to go.
Excuse me, they are calling my flight. Wish me luck!
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I hear that sister. There is nothing glamorous about business travel. A recent favorite experience was a fine gentleman (as in boy)sitting a row in front who was holding his rather unruly, unwashed, unkempt mass of hair up with a large banana clip. If this weren't enough to contemplate on a 5 hour flight he proceeded to use the claws on said clip to scratch his scalp very, very often during the flight. Gack!
You forgot the armrest hog.
I hate to generalize, but it is mostly men that believe your space also belongs to them.
I am just coming off of 2 back-to-back business trips in different cities, and I feel like a completely different person, and not in a positive way. I finally arrived home tonight after 2 weeks in 2 cities, all by myself, I feel like a much different person, and not in a good way. I'm not blaming my employers, don't get me wrong but, I'm realizing now that I need to get out of outside sales because I'm not the kind, calm person I once was. I don't have any control over my patience or tolerance these days. Traffic, waiting in lines, the whole airport routine...I feel so outraged sometimes that it makes me wonder if I should start meditating or become a yogi. After 2 years of being the "road warrior", I realize that this isn't a permanent lifestyle for me. I need to sleep in my own apartment and hang w/ my friends and plant roots in my city.
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