There’s nothing better to be away on a business trip and come down with the flu. I feel like crap. In about 16 hours, I have to get on a plane and fly for 7 hours with a stuffed head and a body that feels like I’ve gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.
To top it all off, I’m having a real problem getting a project completed that is now *only* 2 months overdue. The client is beating me up so I’m trying to get it resolved when all I want to do is climb into my hard hotel bed, bury my head in the really thin pillows and hide under the too-short duvet until it’s time to head for the airport. I’ve already promised a colleague from Toronto who’s also over here in Switzerland that we’ll get together tonight for diner which involves hopping a train from Winterthur to Kloten and back so it looks like there’s no rest for the wicked (or the sick).
The next person that tells me I’m so lucky to be able to travel around the world on business is going to get a punch in the face. And I’ll cough on them. That will teach them.