"Vegas Baby!" as has been said by many before.
But, you see I will be going for work and most of my time in Vegas will be spent...
There in the Convention Center in a booth. Talking to customers, prospects, doing demos of our new software...pretty exciting stuff, huh? For those of you who travel for work, you get it. For those of you who think, "Must be nice to get a free trip." Think again.
I hate traveling for work.
Sure there are benefits. I get the bed to myself, I don't have to get anyone ready to go anywhere but myself, and I don't have to cook or clean up anything.
But - I have to be in a hotel room by myself, I don't get hugs and kisses and good nights, and I may pick a restaurant that just is not worth the calories by accident.
Plus, the bonus of this:
Airplanes are scary to me. I didn't used to be a nervous flyer - I could walk around during turbulence, be unconcerned with being in a tiny puddle jumper over the North Sea. Nothing about an airplane scared me. Then, I became a mom. I don't know what it is, but since my first work trip after having the Boo Boo I have been deathly afraid to get on and be on an airplane. Logically? I know the chances are pretty terrific that it is fine. But the take-off, OY the take-off. I squeeze my eyes shut and scream internally...trying so hard not to freak out my seat mate. I just cannot take the take-off. And then when they reduce the thrust of the engines because you are high enough up...I start to cry because I am sure something is horribly wrong and we are going to plummet to the ground below.
I know, crazy. I am totally crazy, but I am sitting here writing this and crying. Actual tears running down my cheeks I am so scared to get on that airplane Sunday morning.
And why? Well, if you thought you might not be around for this:
You might cry too.
So am I the only one? Do you have irrational fears of something?
And don't get me started about being up in the tower of some hotel on the strip. That's a whole other psychiatrists office visit.