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To: melinda abplanalp who wrote (14289)11/10/1998 4:29:00 PM
From: Ish  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
You can't sit at home and expect to draw $250.000 a year.

I can remember the Christmas season, in at 9 am, out at 9 pm, seven days a week. No lunch or coffee breaks.

I don't think I'd like your job as I don't fly. I thought about trying the road when it was all driving but never got around to it.



To: melinda abplanalp who wrote (14289)11/13/1998 8:55:00 PM
From: Rambi  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
My husband travels a great deal in his job to wonderful and exotic places--well except sometimes he has to go to Tulsa. But most of the time it's to places I can't spell. It's a wonder our marriage has survived. Dressed in his expensive suit and crisp starched shirt, carrying his laptop and briefcase, he would tell me that he'd call as soon as possible from the Intercontinental in Paris but that it might not be til tomorrow because they had a business dinner at some 5-star restaurant and then they were playing golf and then they had tickets to.... I, with two small boys wailing and clutching my legs, would look down at my jeans and t-shirt, which usually had strange food stains on it in the shape of small handprints and contemplate whether a jury would find it justifiable homicide if I ripped open his jugular with a diaper pin. If my attorney could make sure there were only the mothers of small children on the panel, I felt sure I would walk. I'd probably get a standing ovation.
He was fond of saying, "All boardrooms look alike," when people commented on the glamour of his job, and I'd be thinking nastily, "Yeah, but someone else is cleaning them. And feeding you. And making your bed."
But of course someone did that at home too, so really, it probably wasn't such a big difference.
On the other hand, now that the boys are older, and I can choose whether I want to make breakfast or even wake up, and I can do my investing in a bathrobe (although on occasion, this has caused some embarrassing moments when someone comes to the door at noon and I greet them still in pajamas) I don't think I want to trade places with him. I've taken enough of the trips with him to know that it really isn't as much fun as it sounds...
those grueling trips to Europe in first class...
those fattening gourmet meals that someone else pays for...
the intelligent and witty conversation of adults...
who wants it.