For several years I traveled for work. Two consecutive employers had me going from state to state, country to country, over the course of a solid 5 year span. It had it’s ups and downs, of course, but all in all it was an experience I’ll never forget.
Pros: You’re essentially only working 3.5 to 4 days a week, tops. They may be longer days, but you could pretty much count on leaving home Monday and returning on Friday. Travel days were also paid days, which is nice. The kinds of jobs we were doing (webcasting, installing AV gear, etc), really didn’t demand the M-F/9-5 type schedule so it was basically a “Get It Done” type gig. Sometimes that meant three 12 hour days or 2 8 hour days with a day to check out the sights before going home.
Also, we were allowed to keep all the “miles” earned while travelling. That included airline rewards, hotel rewards and any promotional rewards you received for using your credit card (I always opted to use my personal card over a corporate card for this very reason). These rewards add up quickly and in about a year’s time I had enough to travel and lodge at just about any destination on Earth that I wished.
Last, but not least, there’s the adventure of seeing new destinations, different sets of locals and taking in their cultures. Unless I’m out of my mind (possible), I’ve been to every state in the USA except for Montana and Alaska. I might solve the Alaska issue with a personal trip someday, but not sure how Montana will figure into the mix. There’s definitely places that are better than others. For example, being in Austin, TX one week then Ocala, FL the next week is a pretty stark contrast, but as a road warrior you get over that pretty quick. Every destination has some story and some odd stuff to see. Over the years I’ve built quite a fascinating “Museum Of Oddities” of stuff I bought or found while on these travels.
Cons: One of the big issues with traveling is the travel itself. Taxis, rental cars, airports, the middle seat, screaming babies, people shitting themselves, foul mannered flight attendants, airplane food, TSA, lines out the freaking door and into the airport parking lot, awesome hotels you’ll never get to enjoy because you’re falling into bed, dead to woe world and awful motels that make you move the dresser in front of the door at night. It’s all part of the gig and you’re going to do it every week. Some of these items can be remedied: you can get bumped up to first class after you’ve earned enough flight rewards (the food’s better up there too) and if you get to know your local airport shuttle crew, the taxi rides aren’t all that bad. Once you stay at the same chain of hotels enough (I recommend Marriott… awesome rewards program), you’ll have a more likely chance fo getting a room when they’re “full”. But it’s work just like any other job.
It can be physically draining and we all know how un-awesome sleeping on an airplane is, but that’s why it’s called “work” and why we get paid. Otherwise it’d be called “play” and we’d be flat broke. You learn to adapt. You learn not to see your friends and family for extended periods and you learn how to get around that pesky jetlag (melatonin and valerian root). You accept the fact that the people deep in the heart of Mississippi might march to a different beat than you do (unless you’re from there, then keep on marching y’all). And, most importantly, you have to accept the fact that you have a pretty sweet gig, no matter what you find wrong with it.
And that’s where I screwed up. My last travel job ended in 2005 and that was by my own doing. I wasn’t making spectacular pay and figured I’d make more by flexing my computer muscle in the office. I was half right. After a couple dead end jobs, I finally found a nice paying gig doing basic programming type shit. But I sure do miss it out there. I guess I needed to see both sides of the coin before coming to this conclusion. You don’t know what you got until it’s gone, and all that shit.
Who knows, maybe I’ll get the chance to do it again someday. For now I’m sitting in my cubicle/coffin and lamenting the past. And, friend, that’s no way to live a happy life.