Dear J-
Although I’m pretty sure the heat will be a shock I’m looking forward to traveling next week mostly because it’s a break from the grind of work work work with the same issues causing the same problems ad infinitum. It also gives me a chance to do things I’m not necessarily comfortable with — talking and interacting with strangers, dining alone, exercising some sefl-discipline. Well, let’s just say less experienced instead. Travel is good to break up the routines you find yourself in and I wonder if before kids I would have been more eager but then I remember the summer of Ann Arbor and the decisions I made because of it.
When I was working for a contractor instead of directly for the company that contractor was founded by ex-Michigan alumni and based in Ann Arbor. Well it tjurns out that because of some legal requirement the company cuts contractors loose for two months every two years, and my expiration date came up in 2004. We were all unsure what to do with me so I got called in to Ann Arbor, flying back every other Friday for the weekend (perhaps stupidly choosing the Sunday redeye). It was a good experience and I liked working with everyone at our headquarters; we did all sorts of fun things after work but after too long it would just get stale.
I remember that the contractor put me up in a reasonably nice suite outside of the Briarwood Mall where I could experience the amenities of home (which really meant that I could boil spaghetti and assemble the shame sandwich of bologna and bagel in the privacy of my own room) and not feel too cramped. Instead I’d hang out at the mall* and float through stores that would typically pique my interest at home — books and video games — without any real interest, just a glassy-eyed, dull shuffling as if the zombies had gotten inside after all. When I travel now the other guys are happy to be near malls and the suburban standard restaurants — Chili’s, TGI Fridays, Outback and the like — but for me it flashes back to those eight weeks spent in Briarwood pretending to be happy for everyone’s sakes and failing. Hmm. Maybe not quite so excited about the trip now.
Mike
* I will say that my lasting souvenirs from my time there, besides the Mad Catz Panther DC, are my favorite pair of glasses — with my first titanium frames. They replaced a pair I’d had for ten years and were mended with some old paperclips. I finally replaced those in 2008 though and now there somewhere in a drawer — I can’t bear to part with the frames.