I hate getting up at stupid o'clock to catch planes. Especially when they expect you to squeeze into economy and still be ready to work as soon as you arrive.
There are some real jetsetters at work, constantly flying all over the place. Account managers and sales people. Oh how I do not envy them.
Last night I got home and passed out on the sofa pretty much straight away. I think it was some kind of sugar coma, I found half a kilo of Xmas candy for $2 at the supermarket and it was actually pretty good, I ate about half of it on the way home in the train. Blegh.
Anyway, woke up a few hours later AFTER my wife's repeated efforts to get me to walk upstairs and go to sleep in our actual bed. And when I did, couldn't sleep at all for a few hours. Almost fell asleep a couple of times, but the bloody fire alarm battery picked about 3 am to start telling us that it needed replacing, by going BEEP BEEP BEEP. Then it went quiet again for half an hour then BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP until I took the fucker out and made sure there were no real fires anywhere.
Finally got 2 or 3 hours sleep, ending up over an hour late for work.