Sometimes people tell me I'm lucky because I "get to" travel for work. I won't lie that it occasionally has it's upside, but here are some highlights of my week:
Leaving work halfway through Monday to get on a plane. I don't get to randomly decide that Monday I will only do half of Monday's work, though.
Brief period of spontaneity on Monday evening after arrival, wherein I say "fuck Monday's other half of work" and drag my coworker out to Death Guild, the longest running goth/industrial club night in North America. That one's actually a highlight.
Three days of training wherein I spend lunch hour catching up on all the work I'm not doing (including leftovers from Monday)
Going back to my hotel after training every night and working in my room until the hotel's crappy wireless cuts out one more time than I have patience for, and then going to bed.
Crappy hotel bed giving me searing back pain like I haven't experienced since I had to walk with a cane back in 2004-06.
Mornings at training on no sleep after hiking 20 minutes to the facility with a 30lb pack on my back, while still in excruciating pain.
Getting stuck in a transit tunnel on my way to the airport while in extreme discomfort due to the 6pack of Diet coke I drank trying to compensate for the lack of sleep for 3 days. Almost missing flight home.
Sitting next to self-important aging executive who decided that in addition to his seat and the armrest, he needed half of mine. Spending 3 hour flight leaning halfway out into the aisle, because the only way I could think of to address his lack of basic consideration for personal space was to punch him repeatedly in the adam's apple, and that's frowned upon on planes.
So now I'm home at 1am, which should give me some time to work until I have to get up for work tomorrow. I'll be working on Saturday to take care of some things I couldn't get to from the road, and... I get on another plane at 6am on Monday. "Lucky me".