Some people may think that my travels around the world are some sort of paid vacation. That I get to see lots of wonderful places and experience so much. I travel first class and stay in wonderful hotels. I enjoy meals out on the company and get chauffeured around. Yes, it's nice to be able to see these places and every day I think how fortunate I am to do what I do. I know that there are many people who would love to do this.
But it's not all fun and games. This is a serious business. My company has invested a small fortune in these trips and expects a significant pay back. I've spend a 28 weeks in Australia since January 05 and apart from two weeks vacation I've had the grand total of six working days off (excluding weekends). Three of those were holidays and two were sick days. That's it! Since September last year I've spent 5 weeks at home. Just five weeks!!!
I get up every weekday morning at 6am, catch a ride to work and get back anytime between 5 and 8. Once I'm back at the hotel there are endless evening telephone conferences, minutes to write and emails to send. Then it's time to hit the sack and the whole cycle repeats itself. I work in a nondescript office 10 miles from the city centre in a very ordinary suburb. I spend all day in an air conditioned, tinted windowed cocoon. Lunch is a sandwich and a coke, dinner is usually pretty mundane too (unless Abi is here). So if you can spare the time an email, comment or call is appreciated. It's lonely out here on my own.
Why do I write this blog. We'll partly as a record for myself. It helps to be able to recall what we were up to, anything interesting we've seen or experienced and our or my thoughts. It feels good to be able to put things down from time to time. At the moment it feels like I have verbal diarrhea so expect more random thoughts to appear over the next few days.
Have a lovely Sunday, or whats left of it and I'll be back tomorrow.