Tell us about the worst trip you ever took. That’s today’s writing prompt for #NaBloPoMo. I’m going to tell you about two interesting trips.
Back and Forth
4 years ago, I did merchandising part-time for a company headquartered in Pleasanton, CA. I would set up and rearrange displays of clothing in various department stores and also do work assessing particular brands in retail chains. I think I was with them for a year or so before I quit.
Living on the east coast, it’s a long trip to Cali. During the first summer as an employee, we were required to attend a mandatory training at their offices, and for me, it was only one day. They arranged my flight and hotel, but everything happened in ONE DAY:
- I got up at 4 or 5 in the morning to take a flight that left before 7 am EST.
- Changed planes somewhere in the midwest, and arrived at the Orange County airport around 11 am PST.
- Met with others who were taking flights from other points throughout the country, and we were shuttled together to the office.
- Ate lunch, ice breakers, training until 5 pm EST (at this point I was DYING to get some rest).
- Mandatory dinner at Dave & Busters until 9 pm PST. (Insert shriek of exhaustion here).
- Wake up at 5 am PST to fly back east, change planes…
Although the company paid for everything, that Cali trip was probably the worst (and I fly west at least once a year by choice). I was left so exhausted! Had a manager who lived in the East conducted a training for us in closer proximity, my body would not have suffered so much.
What Time is It?
My longest road trip was about 10+ hours, from the suburban DC area (PG County, MD) to Indianapolis, IN for a mystery shopping conference (go ahead–you can laugh).
I drove though PA, WV, and OH with my sister (who was an adult, but didn’t have her driver’s license yet) and my infant daughter in her rear-facing car seat. This trip was not bad, and my baby was fine, but horror struck me when I arrived in IN because I realized, after driving for 10 hours through the country, that I left something very important at home.
All my clothes for the conference-appropriate attire–everything–was still sitting on my bed in Maryland!
I had a cell phone and figured I had about 1 hour before typical malls would close, because it was about 8 pm-ish. Or was it?
I stopped in a restaurant and asked them to confirm the time, since I had driven through a few time zones. (Back then, I had Sprint, and my cell did not automatically update unless I turned it off and then back on.)
They gave me the time, which I believe was 7-ish, not 8-ish. You see, Indianapolis is in the part of the Indiana that does not observe daylight savings time. So for 6 months of the year, they follow Mountain time, and 6 months of the year they match Central time.
I was so grateful!
Now I will still drive that distance, but not in the same day. My max per day is 8 hours. I don’t play with my limit because the safety and well being of my daughter and me, as well as those around me, is too precious to play with.