The clock says 3am Wednesday morning but my brain says it’s 9pm Tuesday. Every time I travel I go through this.
I’m back in Switzerland for business meetings that began yesterday (today?) and end Thursday evening. Off to the airport on Friday and back home by 4:30 in the afternoon. So, in less than 5 days I will have:
– flown over 8,000 miles
– been on an airplane for more than 17 hours
– lost 6 hours of my life on Sunday and gained it back on Friday
– spent 2 hours on trains back and forth from the little town of Lachen and the Zurich airport
– sat through nearly 30 hours of meetings
The worst part of these trips is the jet lag that sets in on day 2 and continues through the following weekend. I don’t sleep well on planes, especially now that we’re relegated to economy, and have no trouble getting a full night’s sleep the first night in the hotel. Day 2 always, always ends with me being up half the night and only really feeling sleepy about 5 minutes before the alarm goes off. Makes the day’s meetings go really, really, really long. This will continue for the balance of the trip.
I’ll get home Friday afternoon and will drag my ass off the plane and attempt to stay awake long enough to wish Jan a happy anniversary. By 9pm I’ll be in bed hoping beyond experience that I’ll get a full night of sleep. Nope. About 3am I’ll be wide awake and will spend the rest of the weekend wandering around in a fog. Things will get back to normal just in time to go back to work.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Business travel is not what those who haven’t done a lot of it think. It’s not glamorous, it’s not fun. It sucks out loud.