It's true. I think I have an addiction.
To all of those real travel addicts, please don't be offended. I'm sure it's really a problem for you that you have no control over... but would you mind if I attended some of your meetings once in awhile?
Here's my problem. I work 50 hours a week, 7 days. I never have a day off. I work with children, sometimes in German. and it's really hard. I whine and complain about I how I never have any money. So what do I do?
I book a trip to Istanbul.
Mind you, it was only 100 euros (bam!) but still. There's just something about the hunt. All the different websites, trying different days, seeing what you can find. Your heart skips a beat when you find the perfect time. With a little bit of reluctance, you click "view this one" then the page comes up where you check it our further. You click "next" where the page comes up where you input your data. Your heart starts to race as you quickly type your name. Stop. Where my debit card? Sudden panic hits you when you realize it's no where to be seen. You search everywhere, and it is literally gone. Where's the last place I had it, you ask yourself. You search every bag, every corner, everything. When you've about reach your wits end, thinking, "oh my gosh the price is going to go up before I can book it" and "it's going to be sold out" you stop and almost began to cry. You look on your desk and there it is. You type in your data and hit click. Adrenaline is racing through your body. "Error". You go back.. Why do they never accept my telephone number? You change it to their preferences. Hit the "I agree to these terms and conditions" one more time and BAM. Confirmation. A deep sigh of relief as all the blood rushes through your body.
Oh yeah. Then you like get to go on a trip or something?
To all of those real travel addicts, please don't be offended. I'm sure it's really a problem for you that you have no control over... but would you mind if I attended some of your meetings once in awhile?
Here's my problem. I work 50 hours a week, 7 days. I never have a day off. I work with children, sometimes in German. and it's really hard. I whine and complain about I how I never have any money. So what do I do?
I book a trip to Istanbul.
Mind you, it was only 100 euros (bam!) but still. There's just something about the hunt. All the different websites, trying different days, seeing what you can find. Your heart skips a beat when you find the perfect time. With a little bit of reluctance, you click "view this one" then the page comes up where you check it our further. You click "next" where the page comes up where you input your data. Your heart starts to race as you quickly type your name. Stop. Where my debit card? Sudden panic hits you when you realize it's no where to be seen. You search everywhere, and it is literally gone. Where's the last place I had it, you ask yourself. You search every bag, every corner, everything. When you've about reach your wits end, thinking, "oh my gosh the price is going to go up before I can book it" and "it's going to be sold out" you stop and almost began to cry. You look on your desk and there it is. You type in your data and hit click. Adrenaline is racing through your body. "Error". You go back.. Why do they never accept my telephone number? You change it to their preferences. Hit the "I agree to these terms and conditions" one more time and BAM. Confirmation. A deep sigh of relief as all the blood rushes through your body.
Oh yeah. Then you like get to go on a trip or something?
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