So I'm travelling this week for work. It's one week of using bars of soap no bigger than the memory card in my digital camera and rationing my underpants. I have no real reason to ration underpants, because if I'm travelling anywhere I pack approximately eight pairs per day. I have no idea what situation could possibly arrive that would require a change of eight pairs of underpants a day, but that's how I roll.
Regardless, I still get anxious at the thought of waking up one day in some Best Western in some strange city and realizing I have to go commando. Never mind the fact I'll end up wearing the same shirt for three days, just so long as I could outfit a third world country with a nearly endless supply of grannies and thongs.
There are people who believe travelling for work is glamorous. I believe those people must sleep in their cubicles and eat out of the vending machines. The destinations I'm sent to are not featured in Conde Nast magazine. The nearest pool boy is far enough away to actually be considered in light years (although if somebody does know of one nearby -- I'm in Room 520).
Eating well is almost impossible. This evening's dinner was the booty call of the fast food world --- KFC. You know you it's not good for you, and you know you'll regret it (if not immediately then certainly the morning after). But sometimes, you just gotta have it. I'm regretting it right now, but my colleague actually had to smoke a cigarette after his four piece meal. Naturally, my colleague has the metabolism of a humming-bird, so he can enjoy the grease without guilt.
There are perks to this kind of travel though. I'm wearing a showercap right now, just because I can. That's right -- I get my own showercap. Try not to hate me. I'll be taking it off soon because it's time for bed, and I don't want the crinkling to keep me awake.
Despite all of my complaining, the questionable history of my hotel bedding doesn't bother me. I can smell the bleach, so I'll sleep just fine. What does keep me awake is the inevitable. I have three days left to go and limited underpants.
2 comments:
Ahhh...the life of a true road warrior! I feel your pain, I was one of those people that took 2-3 baths a day so I could use up 'cool' bath bubbles provided by some hotels. And as for the underwear stash, those that do not understand have never had to wash underwear in a three inch deep sink with sketchy bar soap only to find it didn’t completely dry over night. Nothing starts your morning of right like cool, damp underwear!
Ladies, I think we need to start our own support group!
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