My job doesn’t usually involve travel. If I didn’t volunteer for out-of-town assignments, I could stay home and work my normal schedule. However, I can’t pass up the chance to act as a mentor and share my years of experience with new people in the company. The fact that my employer is willing to fly me around the country and pay for my hotel, meals and transportation expenses is just a bonus. I also get to find out what it would be like if I had a job where I was required to be on the road.
My first trip lasted one week, and I worked almost nonstop the whole time I was away. I’m not a spring chicken and a 75-hour week surrounded by two travel days was enough for me. Here are five things I learned from that experience.
This time, there was an opportunity for a two-week assignment in Brooklyn, NY. The work schedule was more favorable, requiring me to work only a 40-hour week. After getting approval from Sharon, I applied for it and was accepted.
Then, the realization that I was going to be away from home for two weeks began to set in. What had I signed myself up for?
Hotel bars and restaurants are the last resort (and they know it)
We left work late for several nights of our stay and didn’t return to the hotel until after 10 PM. Going out to eat was not an option, and delivery would take too long, so we ended up eating at the lobby restaurant. Let me say that I’m willing to eat an $18 burger if it’s worth it. This burger definitely wasn’t worth it. Neither was the $15 bruschetta or the $12 French Onion soup.
These places exist to feed the likes of us. You know, people who are forced to eat there because of work and on an expense account, so it doesn’t matter if the food is bland and overpriced. The only other people eating there were those who were staying for an early morning flight and had no transportation to get anywhere else.
All of my meals outside the hotel were memorable. None of the hotel meals were. The only memorable thing was the round of Lemon Drop shots we ordered one night that cost $14 each because the bar policy is to use Grey Goose unless you specify otherwise.
Hotel breakfasts change from day to day, and some days are better than others
I never thought I’d become a connoisseur of the Hampton Inn hotel breakfast, but I developed my favorites after two weeks of rotating through the selections. The egg white frittata was light and flavorful, and the applewood-smoked chicken sausage had the right amount of smoke and sweetness. The prime rib hash was good but had me thinking I was eating the Hilton’s restaurant leftovers from the night before (Note from Sharon: of course you were!).
I tried the make-your-own waffle station one morning, but the waffle was all crust and no inside, so it lost its heat immediately and didn’t even melt the butter I put on it. Between that and the artificial maple-flavored syrup, I skipped them for the rest of the stay.
I did see something I never experienced before. A guest removed an English muffin from the case and put it in the toaster without splitting it in half first, like a psychopath.
The breakfast bagels need to go because, as one of my co-workers said, “I’m not a poor college student anymore, so don’t feel me pizza bagels and call it breakfast.” (Note from Sharon: I tasted these when I visited. They were NASTY!)
I don’t need housekeeping every day
I stayed here at a time when housekeeping was offered every day. After the first few days, I discovered that I didn’t need housekeeping services every day. I knew this because we don’t get any housekeeping services when we stay at Candlewood Suites for four nights, but I still let housekeeping into the room every day for most of the first week. At that point, I realized I could straighten my own bed, hang my towel on the hook to dry and rinse my own glasses for the next day (Note from Sharon: Dude, people are gonna start thinking you don’t do this at home on a regular basis).
Since I was in New York, I refilled my water bottles with tap water and put them into the fridge to get cold for the evening because NYC tap water is better than most bottled water.
Two weeks is a long time to be away from home
While my time in NY went by quickly because I was busy all the time, either at work or sightseeing, it was still a long time to be away from home. I made myself as comfortable as possible in my hotel room, but it wasn’t home. After a while, I just wanted to be home with Sharon and Dobby, our toy poodle, sleeping in my own bed.
I understand why people love hotel promotions
I earned 91,980 Hilton points for my stay. It took me several years to use those points, but they paid for two nights in Manhattan, which isn’t a bad deal.
I don’t want to work on the road
I know now, more than ever, that my life is at home. I like to work at my desk (the same one I’ve had since I was 12) while sitting in my office chair with my dog in my lap, occasionally turning around to bother Sharon while she’s working (Note from Sharon: true story. #rolleyes). It’s just not the same as sending her a text. After a while, Sharon couldn’t even say my name in the house while I was gone because our dog would go to the door and wait for me to come home.
I respect those of you who live on the road more than ever. It’s a life that, once upon a time, I dreamed about having. But now that I realize all of the things it entails, I’m more than happy to stay at home and just travel for vacations. There’s more for me at home than there is on the road.
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Thanks for sharing the insight. Most people don’t get that chance to briefly live another life then switch back to normal. And that’s both sad and adorable about Dobby.