“A man who can’t bear to share his habits is a man who needs to quit them.”― Stephen King, "Dark Tower"
When I first started professional work, I looked at everyone else's job and got a little jealous. Whether it was the product, their travel opportunities, their comp plan, or the company car, there was always something better on the other side of the fence.
As the years went by, I was able to check off most of the perks I saw as an undervaluing of my talents. You probably know the rest, each perk wasn't as great as it seemed. Take travel, for instance. I was in a position where they thought we should be in the field two weeks a month. The kids were young so I tried to limit my time away with a regular weekly routine. Mondays in the office, out early Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. The flights from west to the middle of the country were limited in the afternoons, so I'd get up early Friday and be back in Omaha before noon, stop in the office and make it to whatever activities were happening on the weekend. Not terrible.
Another part of the routine was staying at the same hotel brand. This was to accumulate points and, well, just know what to expect in a new city. I traveled up and down the western half of the USA, and in a week I'd stay at 2 to 3 of these places. These hotels were identical. They were built in identical areas of town. My salespeople worked out of the home, and most of them lived in the suburbs, especially in the largest cities. These suburbs were nearly identical. Same restaurants, same neighboring hotels, and well, just the same. Efficient. Homogenized. I didn't mind. Routine is comforting.
This week I was visiting some friends and stayed at a hotel chain similar to the ones I used to frequent. It brought back memories. Most focused on me consistently trying to enter the wrong room. I would take the reps out to dinner and drinks, then head back to the hotel to be up and out the next morning. I'd stand in front of room 411 inserting my key card. Once, twice, three times. Then I'd add a door handle pull to see if that didn't do the trick. If it were a really good dinner I might even lean into things a bit.
I'd love to tell you that one time someone opened the door in their nightwear asking what my problem was.
It was more than once.
I was more successful this week. As far as I know.
Really good dinner one night.
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