I strongly dislike traveling.

I started to say “hate”, but hate is such a strong word, and as much as I dislike traveling, I don’t hate it.

I’m in Beaverton, OR this week for business. The plane that brought us up here was some dinky thing that I had to duck to get into, and stay ducked to move in the cabin. Crazy.

Luckily, I had an open seat beside me. If that wasn’t the case, I would have had someone sitting on half my lap the whole 2 hours up here. For those readers that don’t know me, I’m a big guy. I’m tall, but I’m also quite large, so tiny places are dreadful for me. I carry my own seatbelt extension for air travel. Yeah, that big.

We finally get our crap from the airport and make our way to the hotel.? It’s not a complete dump, and the receptionist was very friendly. She hands me my keys, tells me “Room 422, that’ll be down this hallway, then up to the fourth floor. You’ll have to take the stairs, as the elevator is not working this evening.” Now, three flights of stairs isn’t the end of the world, but after a long day of work and a 2 hour long, mega-cramped flight, I wasn’t looking forward to lugging my luggage of four flights of stairs. Lugging my luggage. teehee.

I get up there and drop all my stuff off and call my wife to tell her I made it. As she answers, there is a knock at the door. “Room service!”, I hear. I tell Jaime to hold on and look through the peephole, as I had JUST gotten in my room and ordered no room service. I open the door and the gentleman hands me a bag with a water, an energy bar, and a note from the gal at the desk, apologizing again for me having to take the stairs. Nice sentiment.

I head back downstairs to get some food with my colleagues. Dinner was pretty good, and we were soon back at the hotel to call it a night. I decide to jump online for a few minutes to catch up on email/forums/etc. No connection. I try the standard ip releasing/renewing drills. No connection.

I call the gal at the desk who after a brief spiel about it having some recent issues gives me the number for the service center that runs the show. I give them a call, and after about 15 minutes I get online.

All of the aforementioned events occurred between 3:30pm and 10:30pm. That is 7 hours. 7 hours of my life completely wasted trying to make my life feel like my life before those 7 hours started. That is the reason I strongly dislike traveling. Getting to take pictures of Andy cooking my leftover steak and ribs in a hotel glass (http://photoalbum.theheacocks.com/displayimage.php?album=16&pos=13), then eating both with his hands (http://photoalbum.theheacocks.com/displayimage.php?album=16&pos=9) is the reason I don’t hate it.

On top of all this, I hear last night that Emma started throwing up around 11:30ish last night. Jaime sat up with her and tried to give her milk/water and keep it down. They are heading to the doctor today to see if there is anything Jaime can give her to help her stay hydrated. The thing that sucks is that I’m stuck a few hundred miles away praying for them. Maybe that’s the best thing to be doing, but I feel so physically helpless and so want to help Jaime with the sick baby. She’ll handle it, because she always does, but I’m still sad not to be able to help in virtually any way. /sad


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Andrew says:

    I *must* have been really hungry. I totally forgot about that πŸ™‚

  2. Chris says:

    I believe you were still single at the time, which means that free food > dignity. I remember those days all too well… πŸ˜‰

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