Here I am in Dallas with my first free time in a week (clarification: during the week. I had a good weekend off. I needed it.) and I spend it on the internet. See, I had to pay 10$ to check my email, so I figured I might as well get the full use out of the 24 hours of access.
All I can say is, business travel is an odd mixture of 25% pampering and 75% full bore stress. The pampering comes from meals and drinks and the stress comes from working 13-14 hours a day and the lingering knowledge that there are 700-800 people using your software and the entire project is freakin’ expensive and if you forgot to carry the one somewhere in the code, it’s not going to be pretty for anyone involved.
I have a white hair on my right temple. I think I’ll call it Ghosty or something.
I can’t really talk about the work, but I can talk about the pampering. I just wanted you to know that it’s not all wanking around out here.
So, in the last week, I’ve done a lot of things for the first time (what an opening line that is, eh?) . I stayed at a casino. Lost 50$ at blackjack (after about 2 hours… not bad, right???). Rode in a limo (twice). Got picked up at the airport by a dude who had my name on a sign (I took a picture with him, couldn’t resist).
Pretty sweet. I also got no more than 5 hours of sleep a night, got yelled at by a guy in charge (for being too proactive), got food poisoning, got a t shirt with some inside joke on it and got to go out in the sunlight for lunch one day (a vampire would love these meetings).
Anyway, I’m almost done. Thursday we go home. It’s been fun to get out of the office for a bit and more importantly to see my stuff get used (besides that white hair in my right sideburn). But I’ll be really glad to go home.
Wait’ll you notice the other four white hairs hiding out in random locations all over your head. That’s when the “Oh, shit, I’m ancient” thoughts start sleeting through your mind. Then you think “But Gandalf was cool” and then you think “With modern medical science, there’s no reason I can’t live to be 750, easy” and then you think “I always wanted to look like von Clausewitz” and it’s all okay.