Jet Set Go!

As a young kid i get easily excited at the prospect of travelling overseas, especially when we were flying. I remember loving the feeling of weightlessness when the plane was taking off, like i was off to an awesome adventure. I loved looking out the window, looking at the little buildings way below, trying to spot a familiar building/landmark. I loved bugging the flight attendants for lemonades, because i could. The airport was a magical place to be in, 'cause that could only mean that someone's either arriving or leaving on a luxury taxi. Not anymore. Now flying's just another thing i have to go through, to get from Point A to Point B.

It doesn't help that these air travels are business trips instead of leisure. It also doesn't help that my destinations are mainly within the country, and that we take the budget airlines (scratch the bugging flight attendants part in my flight itinerary). And then there's the seats. I am neither all that tall nor overly overweight. Yet i struggle in my seat in 'most every plane i'm in. And let's not forget the fact that people just love to tilt their chairs back for their comfort. Often at the discomfort of the people seated behind them.

Okay, so i've only been on 3 trips in the past 3 weeks. I know others have it worse. Like my project manager for example, who's in 3 different states every week. So i shouldn't complain much, no? But with all the wait and delays and such, how not to complain?

On one of those occasions, my flight back to Penang was delayed for about an hour and a half. It was annoying, but understandable 'cause of bad weather. When we were finally cleared for takeoff, i was just concentrated on passing through the hour or so peacefully. Then came an old lady from London. She's Malaysian, but she's lived in London for years. Old London lady is a chatty one, she is. She's pleasant enough, but she complains a whole lot, and repeatedly. Ten "Oh dears" later, i was super annoyed. Luckily the guy beside me (i was seated in the middle) is one of those who loves to impress anyone with a foreign accent. We have plenty of those in our country. For all the times i've cursed these people, one of them was actually of use to me this time.

So what now? Nothing much i can do actually, except complain to my bosses that i don't really like to travel. Which i won't do, 'cause it's not really true. I just need to get used to it, and soon enough i'll be fine and chatting with moan-y old ladies. But i am waiting on the day when i actually fly to a holiday destination, have some fun again, and forget about work for awhile.

Hopefully with a pretty thing beside me.