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September 08, 2008
The Craziness that is Air Travel Today
I don't know what I was thinking, choosing to do a DC to Dallas to DC trip All In One Day. After a sleepless night I rolled out of bed at 4 a.m. to get to my 6 a.m. flight, which happily connected in Atlanta on time to a flight that would arrive in Dallas at 9:45 a.m. Now I'm sitting in the terminal, killing time for a few more minutes until I catch a taxi and head off to a Big Idea prospect who is maybe perhaps but probably not going to hire us over some gigantic competitors. Then, after 2 hours of meetings for which I am woefully unprepared, I will get yet another taxi and return to the Dallas Forth Worth airport, sit around for another hour, then make the return trip all over again. If all goes according to plan, I will arrive back home at 11:30 p.m., a tired and poorer woman.
My life has been a lot like this lately. Crazy hours of working on the Big Idea (which is growing so fast I can't keep up), then frantically finding a few hours to go look for a new house with Mr. MMB. Yes, we've decided that a new house is definitely in the works (and Hawaii is definitely not), but so far the places that we've seen have been 1) too old, 2) too old, 3) too old, or 4) too expensive. Growing up (and by that I mean up until two weeks ago), I never thought that $750,000 wouldn't be enough to get a decent house. But apparently, to live in the neighborhood we like, with a house that has enough room to house my Big Idea office, a guest room, and two kid's bedrooms - and has a nice yard for the puppy - we would need to come up with about $900,000.
Which brings me back to the notion that I need to scale up the Big Idea so that I can reward myself with unreasonable luxury (if you can call a larger-than-a-matchstick backyard unreasonable). The tricky thing is that I think I probably could do that, but at the expense of the Life Plan, which involves not just working the same amount, but working substantially less. So I can have a baby. Or two.
Speaking of babies, is it not completely obvious that baby girls are better than baby boys? Of course we all love our children and I suppose that they are all equal in God's eyes, etc. But really. For the "baby" part of life, girls are so much better - the adorable clothes, the better decorating options, etc. This is completely and utterly clear to me. Mr. MMB disagrees. He thinks that if we could only have girls or boys, he would choose boys. I almost drove off the road when I discovered this about him. I'm assuming that because he was once a baby boy himself that he is prejudiced, but I thought he could rise about it to see the unadulterated truth. Girls rock.
But back to my airport travails. Once I'm done with this trip, Mr. MMB and I turn around on Thursday and go to Blacksburg for a Big Idea/Alumni trip. Three days after I get back from there, I hop on a plane to Oregon. And the week after that I'm off to Rochester. And the week after that it's Boston. And the week after that? Vancouver. And somewhere in between there is also an as-yet-unspecified trip to Chicago.
I fully expect to be upgraded to Premier GOLD on my frequent flier miles. Or else be put in jail for some air rage event that I can feel building at this very minute. A tip to you, dear reader. If you happen to be sitting in my row - ask to be reseated.
