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Oh the glamour of business travel

I got up at the crack of dawn this morning to catch a flight to Dublin. I’m working here until Thursday night. And from the get go, it’s been a bit of a trial…

I had completed 99% of my packing before going to sleep last night, working religiously off my packing list. But when I went to put on my favourite purple sweater, I couldn’t find it anywhere. I was determined to wear it and lost the run of myself trying to find it in every single drawer in the wardrobe.

It was, of course, in my suitcase.

I finished packing and dressing while reciting the familiar mantra of “I’m in idiot, I’m an idiot”. I got to City Airport in plenty of time and was only marginally inconvenienced by other flyers who seemed to be traveling with the most over-packed and inconceivably large carry-on luggage in all of Europe.

My flight was, naturally, delayed. But these days, I build at least 30 minutes of expected delays into my plans for the day ahead, so I wasn’t too bothered. It’s not my first (business) rodeo. But when we landed at Dublin Airport, there was no available ground crew, so we had to spend another 30 minutes sitting on the plane – mere metres away from the door we needed to get to – while they tried to source a disinterested man in a hi-viz jacket.

He then pointed at the door and we all entered the terminal.

I felt so safe!

I spent my taxi journey into the city watching the taxi driver playing with his mobile phone and basically preparing to die. That and watching our progress on Google maps, texting my client to keep them up to date on progress.

Finally, when I was getting my suitcase out of the boot of his car – while he blocked the street we were on – I caught the lid of the boot with my shoulder. It flew up and open, then bounced closed with incredible force on my head.

I saw stars.

I’m now sitting in my hotel bar, prepping for my next meeting and sipping a coffee. I’ve taken painkillers to deal with the cracking headache, but that’s doing nothing for the enormous lump that is quite obvious on my very bald head.

I’m not amused, but there’s little I can do at this stage. If I could will my hair to grow and cover it, I’d have done that a long time ago.

At least it’s a conversation point, right?

I’m just hoping the remainder of my visit here will be boring and event-free. Or at least injury-free!

On the upside, my meetings so far today have gone well, I secured my favourite room in this hotel and I’ve been strangely productive despite the headache.

Onwards and upwards!

(Photo by Vinicius Amano on Unsplash)

6 comments on “Oh the glamour of business travel

  1. ethnicolor

    Oh no! Poor you, I feel bad ‘liking’ such a tale of woe! Let’s see, what would Nursie say… Ointment! That’s what you need when your head’s been cut off: lots of lovely ointment! It’s very hard to think “dog in the hall of mirrors” when you’re reeling in shock in the middle of the street! Oh well – I hope the day improved!

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    • Ointment indeed! My head still hurts buts it’s better than it was. Kind of… And this evening’s event was very good from a business point of view so that’s good. 👍🏻

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  2. Sorry about the lump in your head. Hopefully, the remainder of your excursion will be both pain-free and stress-free. Naked hugs!

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  3. Haha funny post. “Preparing to die.” I’ve had some crazy cabby experiences myself. Sometimes they are nuts!

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    • Thanks! Though it pales in comparison to the worst taxi ride of my life – from my hotel to Seoul Airport last year. I honestly thought I was going to die and needed to sit down once I got to the terminal. 😬

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