airplanes

I am currently sitting in a steel tube that has intentions of going halfway around the planet.  If you Google "airplane", the first batch of hits all refer to the classic cheerfully-stupid Leslie Nielsen movie. Let's hope life doesn't imitate art.

That said--one of the things I like most about my job is that I occasionally get to do this.  That is to say, hop in an airplane and jet off to England or India or Malaysia. And since the rest of the time I work from home, it feels like the complete opposite of a typical office job.

I am an optimistic guy, so I have high hopes that eventually most desk jobs will be done from home.  The only thing I don't really like about it is that it is nigh-upon-impossible to *not* work overtime. 

At least, for me it is--I have this pesky habit of needing a clean slate at the end of the day. You would think that was a good habit to be in, but no, not with a home office. You perpetually feel like an irresponsible employee on your off hours--the desk sits and stares at you like a fat man in a sauna, maintaining eye contact awkwardly.

But for now the desk is a memory; instead it is 35,000 feet and a single-serving bourbon.