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The Nausea Of Work Related Travel
Like a rollercoaster it starts with anticipation, fun, even laughter but ends with insufferable relentless tedium.
Do you remember those heady days of youth when you were nervous about software engineering interviews? You got there early¹, perhaps wore a shirt (and even a tie, remember those?), and believed literally everything that the commonly bespectacled project manager said about how exciting the project was, and how lucky you might be to get a chance at working on it?
Sure, you got a severe electrical shock from their polyester jacket, but in those days you put that down to the dry weather, right?
That was in the “before time”, as I like to call it. That’s before you got to experience life in the Grand Game, for a while, and realised that it was in fact the firm’s luck that you decided to work with them, that the project manager was incapable of understanding the project let alone communicating anything about it effectively, and that everything, literally everything is a big long dance of attrition, a Game, a Grand Game, a complex interplay of neverending psychological warfare.
And so, on to the plot.
A thought came to me when I was recently “invited²” to attend an event at a customer site and I got to thinking about what an absolute ball ache the travelling would be.
