Whenever I’m traveling for work, the term “business trip” seems so overrated.
Mainly because what I am really going to do is talk about to equally nerdy colleagues about electricity and stuff, on a site location far away from any kind of civilization.
But the people at the airport don’t know that.
So there’s my opportunity to seem just as important and sophisticated as the other people walking around in suits, making business decision over the phone.
So there I was, waiting for my flight to the UK.
The bright red backpack was exchanged by an actual laptop bag.
I wore my nice trench coat, shoes with a slight heel and drinking the awful coffee the airport serves.
The “real me” would have preferred to sit there in my comfiest pink pj’s or even not be surrounded by that many people at all.
Call it “not being myself” or “stepping out of my comfort zone”, but it actually felt good to pretend I’m “someone else”.
For a second I even regret not booking the middle seat and therefore being sure to have a conversation with someone.
I struggled my way to the last seat where I sat all alone.
At least I could watch Spongebob -the movie, which I had downloaded for this flight, without anyone judging me.
After we landed, I jumped into the first cab.
The driver was dressed in sweatpants and old t shirt.
It was going to be a 40 minute drive and 10 minutes later none of us had said anything.
Maybe we were both intimidated by each other.
“So, World Cup eh”, I started, “Do you think England’s going to win?”
This seemed to be his topic.
I tried to remember everything I knew about football and next 30 minutes flew by.
The next morning I appeared again in my regular clothes.
I even exchanged my laptop bag for my good old red friend.
Back to being “me” again.
A week not being at home made me feel extra tired.
I didn’t care for wearing my fancy clothing again for my flight back.
I dragged my suitcase through the fast last.
“Excuse me miss, this is only for Sky priority”, I heard behind me.
Interesting, now that I’m dressed differently suddenly they don’t believe I could be Sky priority?
Unimpressed I showed that lady my ticket.
I felt a certain arrogance crawling up.
How dared she judging me like that?
Then again, I did the same to taxi driver who was dressed horribly when I was dressed nicely.
But also to the snobby looking business people thinking they were the only one who mattered, now that I’m dressed in more comfortable clothes.
It’s a funny world we live in.