Some trips just suck.

Ever had one of those trips where everything went wrong at the same time at the office? And you’re trying to put the fires out from 4 time zones and 4000 miles away? It sucks. And throw some things at home that cause stress for your partner, and by proxy you, and it amounts to the trip from hell. (There’s also the issue of crying babies on the plane and no upgrades, but that’s minor in comparison).

Some times it’s just not worth being away. Whatever chance I had of getting a little enjoyment from this trip Karma has beaten out of me like I said something nasty about its mother.

I had great meetings planned with great customers in warm destinations. And because of the way the flights work I’d even managed a morning off to relax by the pool at the hotel. Oh well. I’ll get home and sort things out eventually, but it still sucks. At least I have a great wife who can handle it. It still sucks.