On a Jet Plane            

As I write this latest installment of this blog, I find myself in a fortunate window seat, watching the ground of my home city started to grow further away, and I take to the skies on my next adventure. This one is keeping me within the US and it’s actually a pretty short flight, which is why I decided to spend the time witting this rather than just waiting for the ride to end. I am on my way to Louisville to have consultation with some of the fine folks at Expedite Construction as their company is coming along quite well, and they’re looking to put some expansions into place , always goo when I get these types of assignments, as they go fairly quickly and are almost always done in good spirits.

So I sit here, with my laptop on the fold out tray, and a neighbor peering over my shoulder to see what’s so important to be writing about at this time, and now completely ignoring the screen as he read that past line. Thinking about the myriad of different things I could be sharing when it comes to air travel. I assume I should get some of the most important and typically asked questions out of the way. The first being whether or not I have time to shower or bathe, like my job only consists of either being on a plane or getting onto another one. So the answer is yes, just usually at the hotel rather than my own home.

The second most common one involves a certain club of people a mile high. And the answer to that one is also yes. I was young and brash before, and I made my advances. And it worked, exactly once. It was awkward and cramped, and I don’t know if either of us enjoyed it much, but it happened. The other typical one involves food, people asking whether or not I get to eat any food that’s not made by an airline, and the answer is, all the time, just once again usually at a hotel, where I don’t think the quality is much better than the airplane. I also tend to try and get hotels that have either a pool or a weight room so I can keep up with some exercise in my downtime.

Probably the most common one though, is the incessant asking of when I’m going to settle down. Like the position I work is only a transitory one, and not meant to be done by people with stable lives. And the answer to that is, I’m extremely stable. Maybe one day I will settle down and get married, but as of yet, I’m in no rush. It’s particularly hard to meet women in my line of work, but it does happen, see question two, but as of yet, I like my life, I like my job, and I like being up in the clouds more often than feet on the ground.

I’m Ready To Go            

For those who don’t know the story, you may be thinking that one day I just answered an ad for a company looking for someone who wants to spend most of their live thousands of feet in the air, when in fact this position kind of fell into my lap. I used to do consulting for a lot more local companies, and as my proficiency in that department grew, they would have me drive to nearby cities to do what I do. This was a lot more tedious, not only because of the uncomfortable nature of long car rides, but you continually have to be alert and awake and keeping an eye on your surroundings, whereas in flight I can just sleep through it if I’m tired enough.

The first time I was given an assignment that required flying, I was pretty excited. I had never been on a plane before, and I honestly thought it meant more to me as an employee that I would be trust to deal with a client so far away, and be paid to travel for it. In actuality, it tends to burn out a lot of the people who do this particular aspect of the job. Spending so much time away from your family, never really getting to explore the places you land because it’s typically too quick a turn around, I can see where it’s just not meant for certain types.

Fortunately for me, I had none of those things weighing me down or holding me back. Upon my return from my first outcall, I was immediately given another assignment heading the other way, then over time they became more frequent, I wound up driving less, was assigned overseas a few times, and it just kept spiraling from there. I can say that I was the least bit upset about it, and I wound up wondering why it wasn’t a more desirable things for our workers. I got to get out and see the world, do about a third of the work as my coworkers were doing, my flights, meals and hotels were paid for. I was basically just collecting money and dropping it in my bank when every pay day came about, it was the kind of cushy job I dreamed about when I was younger.

Sure, you have to deal with the flights. Some passengers can be downright rude, you have the occasional baby crying away, but for the most part, it’s a pretty quiet and uneventful trip. I liked booking seats near the windows as it gave me something a little more to watch than just the backs of the seat in front of me, but in the chance that I did get stuck in the middle, I always found a way to cope. No matter what position I was put into, I always found a way to get through it unscathed, perhaps why it was a job that suited me so well, and kept me at it for years.

All My Bags Are Packed            

They say that air travel is the safest method of travel on the planet today, and as someone who travels thousands of miles every year as a part of my work, I can greatly attest to that, as I have ridden hundreds of planes in my life, and yet to have anything bad happen. As a jet setting individual who has more frequent flyer miles than items of clothing, I thought it would be a good way for me to unwind, especially on red eye flights across the ocean to take some time to sit back, and put some of my experiences down into blog form. If not to let you know about how great air travel can be, but perhaps to help alleviate some fear you may have when it comes to your first flight.

So a little about me, I’m a consultant with a large firm who helps out businesses of all types with their growth and expansion. I have assisted small and large companies in the States, to Australia, Britain, many Asian countries and more. One thread that links all of those things together, well besides myself, is the air travel that’s necessary to be able to get between those locations. I find myself on a plane more often than I find myself on the ground sometimes. I have become pretty adept at knowing where to sit, how to make boarding easier, how to find a good nearby hotel, and how not to get scammed by local taxi drivers, among an assortment of other skills that I have needed to acquire in my tenure as a professional plane occupant.

One may think that in the wake of all the terrorism incidents that it would be monumentally more difficult to fly, when in fact the reality is, is that it’s just more time consuming to get onto the plane now. I remember when those fateful attacks happened, thanking my lucky stars that it was one of the few days that year that I didn’t have to fly at all. Thinking about the horror that must have gone through those passengers minds as the incident unfolded. I’ll be honest, I was a little wary myself on flights after that, but it was something I had to do for my livelihood, and so I did it. I wasn’t looking at anyone of color as a potential terrorist mind you, I was simply more afraid of things that I had never considered before.

Since that point though, the fears have washed away, and I simply spend more time going into my particular flight routine. Certain magazines I read, audio books, and now of course bringing this blog to the public eye. Hopefully it will not only allow the flight to go faster for me, but provide you with a means of reading that can hopefully hold some of your attention and have you invested enough in the idea of a man who practically lives on a plane.