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I recently returned from another long business trip. 

I’ll tell ya’ll right now, if you think a job eats up your life on a 9-to-5 basis, try adding company travel on top of it.  

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, it don’t matter how nice the hotel is, or how fancy your dinner is, if you’re by yourself, hundreds of miles from home. 

There’s nothing like a long day of travel to various client offices, followed rejections of your sales proposals, topped off by snotty emails from the boss, to sour a person.  I can completely understand why salesmen     kill themselves in hotel rooms.  There’s nothing like isolation, fatigue, and a complete lack of appreciation to run ya down.  

Fortunately, I had a laptop along and high-speed internet in my hotel room, and my cell phones, so my friends and cousins were never far away.   I still got lonely, though, because I didn’t rent a GPS with the rental car this time.  I had to settle for singing along to the radio and screaming out the window to amuse myself.