Can I Just Work From Home?
Mar 02, 2015 02:10PM ● Published by Jennifer Neys
As many of you know, I have traveled for work for years. Mostly it’s enjoyable. However, it is a young man’s game and I no longer qualify under this heading. Yet still, I march on. During my recent Dallas trip I noticed that I have become a bit cynical. There are a few things I want to get off my chest either at your expense or for your enjoyment. Let’s hope for the latter. For those who travel for work, I am certain you will empathize with my observations.
Why do people go brain dead at the airport? People simply stop dead in their tracks in the middle of the airport walkway. After a few pirouettes, they resume their journey in the exact direction they were already headed. Did they check their brain with their baggage? Perhaps the x-ray machine has rendered their brain useless. This is simple. It’s an airport. There are huge monitors every twenty feet that show you which gate to use. Then, there are huge signs at each gate showing you their number. Find your gate and go there! If you want to stop and have a beer or a bite to eat on the way, it’s okay with me. Just know that when you are done, your gate is exactly where you left it. Go there.
Now I don’t want to sound insensitive or judgmental, but I don’t want to sit next to Jabba the Hutt ever again. The airports have these framed bins outside every gate that show you the maximum size of your carry-on luggage. If it doesn’t fit, check it. If you don’t fit, buy another ticket for the additional seat you are going to take up once on board. Now, no one is running to the pool to see me in a swimsuit either - I get that. BUT…I fit in the seat! There should at least be an “inconvenience fee.” If I have to pay 10 cents for a bag at the grocery store...c’mon, share the pain with me. And please advise the person walking down the aisle on a Southwest flight looking for the seat numbered “B-16” that this is their boarding number, not their seat number.
More ranting … Why on earth do car rental companies give you two sets of keys for your car that are cabled together with a bike lock? Okay hotels, putting bumps on one side of a cheap bar of soap does not turn it into a “massage bar,” and, when I walk up to the hotel front desk, exhausted and carrying luggage and the clerk says, “Checking in?” I want to reply, “No, I just came by to see how you were doing.”
I could continue this rant for some time, but enough out of me. For the vacation traveler these things probably go unnoticed. But for those of us with enough free air miles that we don’t want to fly anywhere for leisure, these are real issues. But…that’s just how I see it.