No Glam Here

I’m sitting in the Toronto Airport.  My flight isn’t for 3 1/2 more hours.

I like sales.  I like what I do.  I like running sales teams, working with clients, running a business and driving revenue.  It’s fun, challenging, and gets me up in the morning (most days.)   Despite how much I enjoy it, it’s not glamorous.

Me, waiting almost 4 hours to go home. Do I look cheery?

I’m sitting in an airport checking email, taking calls and trying to close things out for the weekend, but I’d rather be at home.   When I’m on the road, I miss my girls and I miss my wife.  Hotels, room service, chic cities don’t have much appeal when you’re alone.
Can it be fun at times?  Yes.  But, normally being on the road means going from the airport to the hotel, to meetings, back to the hotel, then back to the airport.

I’m at the Toronto airport.  I have almost 4 hours before I can go home.  While I wait, I’m gonna get some work done, have some fast food, and maybe talk to a stranger, because that’s always fun.

In the end however, I can’t wait to get home.  Dorothy had it right.  There ain’t “no place like home.”

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