I admire her for this, and there was a time I wished I had that skill. But, I love bed more than I love tequila, so tonight as I kick off my heels and get into my sweats before midnight I say a little prayer of thanks for her.
Between now and 3:30pm Dallas time, I can be me. Me without co-workers. Me without macaroni and cheese, ketchup and toast requests for lunch. Just me. I deserve what I want for this brief window between serving hot dogs and serving my company.
Let’s be honest, business travel sucks, especially if you’re a woman.