Work is sending me to our Chicago facility for the day.
It’s not as glamourous as it may sound.
I’m sat here at the airport at 6 am, waiting for my flight. I fly home at 5 pm.
In and out. Same day. Just how I like it.
But I can tell I’m not awake yet. I actually set off the metal detector at security this morning.
It totally freaked me out, too.
I haven’t set one off in ages. But this morning I forgot about my wallet, belt buckle, and watch.
It’s been awhile since I’ve flown.
And actually there are quite a few ‘firsts’ for me, today. I’ve never flown Southwest before. I’ve never flown out of this terminal before.
And I’ve never been to our Chicago plant before.
Which means there are lots of folks that I “work with” that I’ll be meeting for the first time.
I do like my “firsts”. (Keep it clean folks!)
But there are a couple things that suck about this trip. First, I’m going to Chicago to assist in a quality audit. Not fun.
Second, I didn’t learn that I was going until Friday at 3:30 pm.
I really detest last minute travel– and for me this qualifies.
Not to mention that my company makes us purchase our own tickets out of pocket, only to be reimbursed at a later date.
Of course, day travel does have it’s perks too: