No doubt, the walls do close in on a fella. Its requires a completely different discipline to office based work.
Donāt miss it really. Most of my trips were to the UK for a few days so nothing too exciting. This shit about having to shake someoneās hand and look them in the eye is gone out the window and business is much easier for it.
The work itself Iāve been flat out as we put 70% of our staff on furlough and are working our way through a huge number of redundancies. But only moving between your bedroom and spare room every day gets seriously shit after a while.
There is some seriously tough times on the way for many people and these government subsidy schemes are only masking the problem.
Havenāt been away since my week in Trump Chicago in January. Donāt really miss it. Havenāt travelled as much in the last couple of years anyway. Pain in the hole.
Iām already starting to miss my annual October jaunt to lombardy. Iām half tempted to go even if thereās not a cent to be made.
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These 2 things were really killing me the last few years, arriving in DUB at 11pm feeling shit after a couple of days eating shite. Not getting to sleep until 1am because youāre wound up and getting up again at 6am with young kids, getting them ready for School and heading back to the office to try catch up on the emails of the previous few days.
Canāt say I miss it at all really
I donāt miss the delayed flights and hours spent fannying around BRU and arriving home at 1.30 am
That said, these teams meetings with 20 odd people for whom English is a second language is horrendous and more painful than the above
I was commuting to london, leaving at 4.30 on a monday morning and getting home at 1am on a Friday morning, for the last three years. Cork, Stansted. It was grand. The occasional Cork-Southampton flight to spend a few days at IBM hursley. Winchester is the dullest place in the world.
The time at home has been a god send, really. Iāll have to get back on the horse when it opens up, but Iām really making the most of not being on the road
Thatās the flip side of it alright. Spending a lot less time trying to decide which food outlet in OSL Iām going to give another chance. Spending a lot more time on time-sliced meetings with Europeans chasing words and hosts chasing ānext stepsā.
I love the way they are initially so optimistic (lying bastards) about delays. 20 minutes turns into an hour, 90 minutes, 2 hours etc.
I got fair sick of Leon and itsu at Stansted. And I couldnāt even have a pint in the wetherspoons cos Iād the car at the far end
Gone for the whole week every week?
Three out of four weeks most of the time. I was flat out every week for the first 18 months getting it off the ground
Iād take a month every now and then and just tell them I wasnt travelling when I got exhausted. I had a gaff in Southwark that I was renting. When I had to go to Southampton i stayed with a lovely family in an Air BNB in Hursley. She used to make me cookies to bring into work.
They know well. They just want to string you along. Bastards did me on a flight to Tenerife last year from Shannon. Loaded everyone into the plane and as soon as we sat down. Sorry guys thereāll be a two hour delay. Made us sit on the plane for the two hours and weād a 9 month old with us. The whole thing had been timed around flying when we were supposed to so basically she slept for the two hours we were on the ground and was wide awake for the four hour flight. Cunts knew we were delayed before they boarded us too. The absolute bastards
And the way they do the check-in before the plane has even arrived so thereās loads standing waiting on the airway for an hour and a half
Or leaving you standing outside in either the freezing cold or the sweltering heat while they clean the plane. Itās never a normal temperature
You could be standing on a stairwell in stansted for 45 minutes depressed out of your mind, only wanting to get home, freezing your absolute bollix off
Aer lingus also have the cuntish terminal thatās nearly in meath, Iāve got stung with that every time I go to Vienna or milan
Think I only ever had that Itsu once, in Gatwick (I havenāt flown into Stansted in a few years, thank Christ). A bucket of hot water and noodles. A grand change all the same.
And a bag slung over your shoulder breaking your back. I donāt miss it at all now that I think of it. Although a few nights in a country I could have a pint wouldnāt go astray