tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post6271036967846670578..comments2023-09-16T07:43:43.360-05:00Comments on Too Much Time On My Hands: And your next vacation will be a guilt trip...M. Robert Turnagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01482286060613197537noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-46862081386068407312008-08-17T20:28:00.000-05:002008-08-17T20:28:00.000-05:00Full disclosure: commuting like that wears down ev...Full disclosure: commuting like that wears down even the toughest and most gung-ho business travelers. Including my husband. He was a trouper about it. But after he got off the road, it took something like six weekends of sleeping in, going nowhere, and seeing no one but family for him to recharge.<BR/><BR/>Typically business travel is psychologically tougher on the spouse who isn't traveling and physically tougher on the spouse who is traveling.InvisibleMarketinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16703896506681508464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-75286116740112172042008-08-12T19:39:00.000-05:002008-08-12T19:39:00.000-05:00i can perfectly picture my mother in that gaggle o...i can perfectly picture my mother in that gaggle of old ladies...<BR/><BR/>blechheatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08706296327058741584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-41332127570693583452008-08-11T11:10:00.000-05:002008-08-11T11:10:00.000-05:00M. Roberto, M. Roberto...wherefor art thou M. Robe...M. Roberto, M. Roberto...wherefor art thou M. Roberto??? You haven't been the first one to "pounce" in a while!Terahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05237609498669814077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-26590241640701696182008-08-08T13:33:00.000-05:002008-08-08T13:33:00.000-05:00flying that much... didn't your arms get tired? O...flying that much... didn't your arms get tired? Ohhhh!!!! Bada-Bing!!!! Thank you, thank you very much... I'll be here all week.Cyber Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947489181849127399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-22541352759600186782008-08-08T13:29:00.000-05:002008-08-08T13:29:00.000-05:00NoR, it was harder on the Mrs. than it was me. I g...NoR, it was harder on the Mrs. than it was me. I got between 6 and 8 hours a week of "quiet time" in airports where I did a lot of writing. Plus I got paid a lot for doing a job no one else wanted to do. Plus, I worked retail for three Christmas seasons and I've worked in a cardiac ICU - this job was a breeze compared to both of them.M. Robert Turnagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01482286060613197537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-80207400072985094342008-08-08T11:10:00.000-05:002008-08-08T11:10:00.000-05:00Wow, MRT - what a commute! Dallas/Detroit. Whew....Wow, MRT - what a commute! Dallas/Detroit. Whew. That would get on my nerves...NoRegretshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13240929627271129160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-19166353927296457312008-08-08T10:46:00.000-05:002008-08-08T10:46:00.000-05:00Mrs. Dahlink - My versions want to be funnier.Cour...Mrs. Dahlink - My versions want to be funnier.<BR/><BR/>Courtney - That is a fine strategy, but do you honestly think I am capable of doing something like that? That is one of the reasons the Mrs is in my life - she protects me from emotionally manipulative women because I fall for crap like that all the time.<BR/><BR/>NoR - I was going to make a joke about Wal-Mart greeters looking for telemarketing jobs, but that wound up on the editing room floor.<BR/><BR/>Cyber - My last 10-month assignment was to Detroit from Dallas. So I flew out every Sunday night and flew back every Thursday night for 10 months. Then I have to fly to Seattle once a year. People in my company tend to take their vacations at home - or "staycations" as they are called.<BR/><BR/>Tera - I worked with a woman who was an adopted Filipino that grew up in Central Texas - she had one of the strongest twangy accents of anyone I have ever heard. And she would tell stories all the time about how people who only talked with her on the phone did a double-take when they finally saw her.M. Robert Turnagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01482286060613197537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-59977521140769809942008-08-08T10:04:00.000-05:002008-08-08T10:04:00.000-05:00Hmmm, I usually fly United. It's funny though, be...Hmmm, I usually fly United. It's funny though, because I had always enjoyed them up until my recent trip to N'awlins...they were a little raggedy!<BR/><BR/>I have been told several times that I don't "sound black" on the phone....and I thought THAT was bad!Terahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05237609498669814077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-37615558257969291332008-08-08T09:19:00.000-05:002008-08-08T09:19:00.000-05:00So explain to me what "flying all the time" means....So explain to me what "flying all the time" means... because a major haul once a month sounds like "all the time" to me... you are one well traveled dude if you making long hauls every week!Cyber Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14947489181849127399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-48156249329090130732008-08-08T08:30:00.000-05:002008-08-08T08:30:00.000-05:00I see they are trolling the nursing homes for chea...I see they are trolling the nursing homes for cheap labor...<BR/>That's pretty damn funny though. My reaction to the whole guilt thing is to be relatively unmoved by it when someone tries to place it on me. I can do it to myself quite enough.NoRegretshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13240929627271129160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-88657676696280239842008-08-07T21:53:00.000-05:002008-08-07T21:53:00.000-05:00Wow, that is pure, evil genius. Next time they cal...Wow, that is pure, evil genius. Next time they call, you should play the derelict son who guilts back: "You make me pay for my flights, like you don't really want me to fly with you. How do you think that makes me feel? If you'd give me my own plane with a pilot to take me anywhere wherever, maybe I'd come visit more often. But I know you don't love me as much as you love my brother."Courtneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15601891232815544276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765179.post-19879038187486479972008-08-07T19:57:00.000-05:002008-08-07T19:57:00.000-05:00At the time I was somewhat proud to be clueless in...At the time I was somewhat proud to be clueless in the face of a racial stereotype. I was chagrined by my lack of a convincing Brooklyn accent, however. <BR/><BR/>My sweet husband gives me too much credit. For one thing, it was an audition. But his version of the story is funnier than mine!InvisibleMarketinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16703896506681508464noreply@blogger.com