Travelling for work – despite how stand-offish the British seem, they love to have you come visit in person within a work context. Just can’t get enough of the ol’ face-time. When you don’t travel for work, you imagine business class seats, boozing on with clients and charging everything to someone else. All in exotic locations.
The reality is a bit different. Firstly, you pay out of your own pocket for everything including petrol where the amount your employer pays back sometimes doesn’t cover the cost of the eight hour drive you’ve just done without a further complicated process from the HM Revenue and Customs. Stale sandwiches if you are lucky, Premier Inns, grumpy clients and being locked in a room all day where this is the most you will (mercifully) see of the industrial estate you’ve been sent to.
I’m out twice this week. Have a pleasant day at your desks, people. I’m already envious of your well stocked snack machines, friendly work-mates and comparably short journey time.
While you are waiting for the coffee machine to dispense your subsidised brew, guess the location in the first picture. It was the nicest shot I got on the way to the client site. I might even post this game on a regular basis – a kind of Where’s Wally, except it would be Where’s Vegemite? Anyway, guess away.
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