Not that fun

I was at the local mall, getting my nails done and then stopping to pick up a gift for a friend, when I started chatting with the sales clerk. She thought it must be fun to stay in a hotel and eat every meal in a restaurant.

I’m fortunate – I have friends here in Calgary. People who meet me for dinner, who feed me home cooked meals. I am eternally grateful for them. I get that this sounds exciting – eating out, no housework, no responsibility.

But at the end of the day, I will go back to a hotel room, and most of the time, I will work. I will ask for a table for one, I will sleep alone. Sometimes, I will spend 20 minutes in a lukewarm hot tub. That’s the exciting part of my day.

It is lonely, cold and tiring. 3 hours north of here I have a home, a husband who loves me, a mum that puts groceries in my fridge. 3 hours north of me is home, and I am not there.

I don’t quite know how to explain it, I can pack in 10 minutes, but when you get here, you are stuck with what you have – it doesn’t matter if you don’t like it or you feel fat in it, that’s what you have to wear. The bed is comfortable, but Mr. Spit isn’t in it, no cats lay at your feet taking up more than their fair share of the space. There are no dogs to pet.

Restaurants get boring. They won’t heat you up a can of chicken noodle soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, when that’s all you want. They don’t froth the milk for your tea and there isn’t any neo citron in the cupboard over the sink.

Instead, you wind up trying to find the snow brush in yet another rental car and you get off the elevator and try to remember your room number this week. You have to figure out new light switches and save your parking receipts to expense.

It’s tiring, lonely and frustrating. Not much fun at all.

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7 Responses to Not that fun

  1. loribeth says:

    I used to travel (very) occasionally on business, & I enjoyed being able to stay in a nice hotel & eat out at nice restaurants on the company’s tab & do as I pleased. I remember visiting your city & going to the big mall there after work for a few hours, then calling up room service & sipping tea in my room with my aching feet up, watching the sun set over the river.

    But the novelty wore off it I was away from home for more than a few days. And I think it would very quickly become tedious if it became a regular thing. (((hugs)))

  2. DRM says:

    Exactly. I remember being on the road 80% of the time, and having people tell me “Oh, business travel is so glamorous!” Clearly they hadn’t been on the road for business a great deal, if ever. I can tell you which hotel chain I prefer, since they have fitted sheets. I can tell you which car rental agency has better service and better cars. And, I can tell you which airline will compensate the frustrating delays the best. But business travel is NOT pleasure travel. You don’t get to go out and sightsee on a whim, nor do pleasurable things one might want to do on vacation. You work all day, then work all night in the hotel. If you do go out, it is business related, and you are “on” the whole time. Ugh. Enough, as I’m preaching to the choir, aren’t I? 🙂 Business travel is what it is–necessary to do the job. But glamorous? Hah!

  3. Ya Chun says:

    I am too much of a homebody for that too!

    Hope that project wraps up real soon.

  4. Jayme says:

    I hate traveling without my family. I really don’t like doing anything alone!

  5. HereWeGoAJen says:

    Hotels and restaurants are okay for a day or two, but home is much nicer.

  6. a says:

    Staying in hotels only sounds glamorous to people who never get to do it.

    (And just to make it even less pleasant for you, I will share my little tidbit of disgusting with you: Ever since I started working in a crime lab, I’ve found some sort of blood stain in EVERY hotel room I’ve visited. I hate hotels, and I don’t even take my portable UV light with me.)

  7. loribeth says:

    @ a: Yes, all the stories about bedbugs lately have me paranoid. :p Although even as a kid, I remember my mother would never let us sit on top of a bedspread in a hotel/motel — she would always take it off first. And we weren’t allowed to walk on the carpet in bare feet. I still do that today. ; )

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