I’ve got a busy day ahead of me. I’m going on a business trip from Monday to Thursday, and I have to get all my “ducks in a row” before I leave for the airport at (gulp) 3:45 a.m.
I’ve gone through the gamut of thoughts and feelings about this. Seriously, there should be a Kubler-Ross type of cycle for my business trips, which I’ve had to make once or twice a year (sometimes four or five times a year), for the past five years or so.
- Horror – OMG, they are not making me travel again! Don’t they know I suffer terribly when I’m off my schedule and I don’t get to sleep in my own bed?!
- Denial – Maybe it won’t happen, after all. Maybe I can talk my way out of it. They don’t really need little ole me there, do they?
- Dismay – The talking didn’t work. I have to go. Oh good Lord, what will become of me? The last ___ trips I went on turned out okay, and I even had a good time, but I’m positive this will be an exception to that rule.
- Disgruntled Acceptance – OK, fine. I’ll go. But nobody can make me enjoy myself. I’ll just stick to the basics, discharge my duty, expend as little energy as possible, and hope to just get through it all.
- Grudging Anticipation – Google Maps tells me there’s some interesting stuff nearby. And I’ll have some time to get out and explore on my own. Maybe this won’t be so bad, after all. I compile my list of things to be done, and I get on with preparing for the excursion with shades of increasing acceptance.
- The Trip, Itself – It starts, it goes, it ends… and along the way, I learn some more things, I meet some new people, and I come away having expanded my social repertoire, since I can be a total idiot around total strangers, and they won’t even notice, because they’re so worried about looking like idiots, themselves.
Right now, I’m in between stages 5 and 6. I have a ton of stuff I need to do today, so I can wake up at 3:00 a.m. (the thought of it is far more traumatic than the actual doing of it, I’m sure)… and I can just get my breakfast, hop in my car, and scoot to the airport. At that time of morning, I don’t expect much traffic. But who knows if they’ll be doing road repairs.
I’m sure it will be fine. Maybe even better than fine. Maybe it will be fun.