Commuting in a plane...

(answering, in true, egocentric fashion to his own post). . .


there's a
whole lot more enjoyment and satisfaction involved in getting somewhere in
your plane than in crawling along studying someone else's bumber stickers for
a few hours.


Or sitting in a crowded airport lounge listening to them make up excuses for
why your plane will be delayed another two hours, and wondering if those
screaming babies will be in the seat behind you. . .

I know many people who say "Flying is work. It tires you out when you're fresh
- why would you want, at the end of the day, after being beaten up in
meetings, to have to do all that work just to get home, when you can simply
board an airliner, get a drink, then a taxi home. . ."

It's all about the satisfaction. To me anyway - the satisfaction of the
successfully completed return flight cancels out the frustration and boredom
of the endless meetings, budgets, schedules etc.

The flight itself forces you to push all that crap out of your mind, and
concentrate on what you're doing. When I fly others I try to enforce a "no
shop talk" environment - from the time the engines start, we only talk about
the flight.

G Faris