I hate traveling for work. In a nutshell, it means performing work-related activities outside normal working hours, while being told how “lucky” you are to be doing so. Even if the destination is one I’d generally consider desirable, it’s not fun when all you see is the airport, the drive from the airport to the hotel, and the hotel itself.
I have “TRAVEL BAD” in my permanent record at work, but I still have to travel on occasion. Recently I had to spend part of my weekend traveling to a professional conference. Sunday evening we registered for the conference. My company held a “Hospitality Suite” for current and prospective clients, wooing them with cocktails and appetizers.
Life of the Lintee Bean 