It’s taken a while for me to decide I’m ready to write about this experience, but I went and interviewed for that job in a bigger city with the exorbitant cost of living. And then in was time to come home. Now the interview went well and it didn’t go well all at the same time. I met lovely people and heard about some exciting opportunities, but in the end the prospect of relocation and long distance marriage meant I was not capable of putting my best self forward. (My ability to compartmentalize my emotional life from my public life is adequate, but not stellar). In the end they gave the job to the other finalist and I think they made the right decision.

But this post isn’t about self-sabotage originating at the subconscious level, rather it’s about air travel NEVER going according to plan.

After the interview a car service took me immediately to the airport to wait for 3 hours for my domestic flight. But weather delays meant I waited for six hours and missed my connection. I got to my connecting city and there were no more flights to my home city, and all routes with an additional connection were booked. The airline gave me a coupon for “reasonably priced” accommodations that I got to pay for out of my own pocket.

I now know what bedbugs look like thanks to that reasonably priced accommodation. And three months later my bank account still hasn’t recovered from so many airport meals. Travel just never goes according to plan and I’m scheduled to travel twice at the end of this month. Heaven help me…