I’m in Sacramento for a week-long business trip. I had originally scheduled the trip for a couple of weeks ago, but we had a variety of unrelated household emergencies erupt on the eve of my departure (I’ll spare you the details but the net result was no water + no air conditioning + standing water in the basement), so I rescheduled.
A couple of weeks and several thousand dollars later, we have water, we have A/C, and the basement is (temporarily, at least) dry. I can now travel in good conscience.
My job has always had a rather significant travel component, but it has been, on the whole, manageable. (This is the cue for my wife to say “easy for you to say”). However, travel is becoming an increasingly defining aspect of my work, and it’s wearing thin.
For most of my colleagues, travel doesn’t seem to be much of a problem. Over the past few years we have hired a number of hard-charging young 20-somethings with no kids, no spouse, and lots of ambition. Business travel is still an adventure for them, and is simply a fact of life as they work their way up the ladder.
The situation is a bit different for those of us who have been around longer. Most of my peers do leave a spouse at home while they rack up the frequent flier miles, just as I do. While absence may make the heart grow fonder, I doubt that many relish the separation. However, no one has ever had to worry about their spouse growing up while they are on the road.
Not so with kids….