The Glamour of Business Travel

My friend WCW once opined that she felt business travel added to the glamour of a job, and so I'm posting this for her.

I was sent to New Hampshire to do a customer presentation and had myself booked to fly out on the Wednesday, spend the day at the customer site on Thursday and to come home Friday.

Here's the summary...

Tuesday evening: Pack.

Wednesday morning:
- 0-dark-thirty, get up and have a shower.
- 6:30am the cab arrives
- 7:00am I'm at the airport. The check-in is painless and I've of course packed so I only have carry on luggage. I've also travelled enough now that I always get United's "Seating 1", which means I am in the first batch allowed to get on the plane to fight it out for overhead luggage space. I used to resent those people who brought a bag/briefcase and a small suitcase, but I'm one of them now, especially after the time my luggage unsurprisingly didn't make the five minute connection I once had in Salt Lake City en route to Dothan, AL.
- Then comes the customs lineup. It's essentially random who you get, and I was in the lineup for the CustomsAgentFromHell(tm). The lady in front of me was getting a grilling and was even having her fingerprints taken and photo taken. By good fortune, the customs agent in the next line over was free and waved me over and wished me bon voyage and I was on my way.
- My flight left Vancouver more or less on time and we arrived in Chicago, where my connection was supposed to be at 4:10pm. Now, when I arrived, the departure board said "on time!".  Since this meant I had a short connection, the colleage I had run into on the flight out and I went to a fast food place for what was lunch for us. It was one of those moments where had we known, we'd have braved the lineup to get into Chili's. As it transpired, my flight was moved from gate F14 to F12, but still on time. Then back to F14 (no announcement this time), at 5:30. Then back to F12. Then back to F14. Then around the time it would be close to boarding, the announcement comes "It's been moved to gate E3!". Grrrr...
- We didn't even get off the ground until 6:10. This meant that, unlike the plan I'd had in my head, I arrived after dark, too late to get dinner anywhere, but there was a grocery store open not far from my hotel. Since this particular hotel had a kitchen in each room, I picked up something to make myself as well as cereal etc for breakfast. It's after midnight by the time I get to bed. Fortunately my suit survived the trip unscathed and I didn't need to iron it.

Thursday: o-dark-thirty... I awaken to NPR on the radio alarm clock. I like NPR.
- 7:00am, which is 4am as far as my body's concerned, my sales guy comes to pick me up for the hour plus drive to the hospital we're visiting.
- 8:30am, we arrive and they set us up in the board room where we'll be presenting.
- 9:00am, about four people are late for the presentation and we get the go-ahead at 9:15. I give a decent presentation (could have been a little more polished, but it went ok) and we have extensive Q&A with the customer.
10:30am, the competition arrives and the customer demonstrates just how bush league they are by letting them in and let them start to set up while we pack up.

My sales guy takes me to lunch at this great diner we picked at random, and we talk about the meeting and debrief, dissect, and talk shop. After lunch, he thanks me for coming out and drops me off at my hotel. I check with the travel agent to see if I can come home early since I'm done.

As luck has it, I get the final seat on the late flight to Vancouver. This leaves me about an hour to get to the airport and return my rental car. I go check out the absolutely enormous Barnes & Noble across from the hotel. I make a nice lunch box out of the leftover groceries I have for the flght home. I pack. I check out early and the hotel's nice enough not to charge me extra time even though checkout was at noon.

I get to the airport in plenty of time for my flight and security is painless, although once you know the drill (unpack your laptop, take off your shoes and your belt, empty your pockets...) it gets easier.

The flight to Chicago was smooth, and the 7:50pm flight to Vancouver was delayed until about 8:30pm but we still arrived in Vancouver close to scheduled arrival.

After a painless trip through customs, I took a cab home and was in my own bed by midnight.

Total trip time, starting from the time I left home to the time I got back: 42 hours.
Time spent in transit to airports, waiting in airports, and flying: 24 hours.
Amount of sleep I "officially" got, including time zone insomnia: 5 hours
Time spent in transit to and from the customer: 3 hours.
Time spent with the customer: under 2 hours.

Glamour indeed.