I talked last time about my job and how people think it’s so great to travel and meet new people and see new cities and countries. Well let’s talk about this a little more in depth. My job requires me to travel regularly. I spend usually 300 nights a year in hotels. That is on a slow year. Many years it’s closer to 330. So that doesn’t leave me much time to form friendships, spend time with family, and leaves NO time for a relationship.
Travelling that much gets very lonely. My work day usually ends with me showing up at the hotel in time to order room service and watch some TV. Then I get online and chat with “friends” for awhile. Some days I get very tired of seeing the same four walls all day and go sit in the lobby with my laptop and pretend to be writing. I enjoy just watching other people that aren’t enclosed in a 25″ TV.
The friends that I have are important to me. Maybe I should clarify by saying that I really only have 1 friend. He’s my BFF who I met during a time of crisis in my life and he stood by me thru that time and has been there ever since. He doesn’t judge me for anything I do or have done. We laugh both with each other and at each other. He gets my sense of humor and I understand his. Along with this BFF I have really only one other person that I would consider a friend. But we see each other so rarely and really don’t have much in common anymore since she left the company, moved away and has her own life. Occasionally I will call her when I’m in town and we’ll have lunch and do the “let’s catch up” thing but then when I leave we don’t speak again until I will call her the next time I’m in town. Sometimes we don’t speak for months and I think the friendship has run it’s course.
The sad thing about travelling for work is that eventually your friends stop calling. I used to have tons of friends that would call all the time and invite me to dinner, to go see a play, to hang out, etc. But time after time of saying “I’m sorry I’m not in town” they just stop. They stop calling. They stop texting. They stop being friends.
The BFF is different. He always makes time for me when he knows I’m coming home for even just a weekend. He calls me every couple days to see what I’m up to and just catch up. We chat online and through e-mail. He’s very special to me and I hope that it stays this way forever.
This job gets very old and each time I go home to recoup, do laundry, and just “be home” it gets much harder to leave. I pay rent on an apartment that I sleep at maybe 5 days a month. I pay for a car that I drive maybe 5 days a month. I sometimes go three days without ever seeing another human being. And still when I tell people what I do, they always say “wow, that must be so great to be able to travel”. Yeah, right.