Jet lag. It’s the bane of my existence! And what an existence it is; spending day in and day out travelling across the globe. Unfortunately, or perhaps even fortunately given your perspective, it’s all for work. Despite the fact that I love my job the near constant state of jet lag is not an experience which the human body seems capable of adapting to. Which typically means that, with this kind of schedule that I’m keeping, I need ground contacts when I arrive. Just like this last trip; I found a Penang airport car rental as soon as we landed as well as a driver.
You would be surprised by how easy it is to find a personal driver for a weekend. Forget Taxis. Forget Limousines. The way to go is to rent a car and find a driver who wants steady work all weekend for a flat fee. They’re usually more than happy to take you up on the offer considering they’re free independent contractors who, when working for a Taxi company, are paying out of pocket to rent the car as well as paying a tithe toward the company off every fare that they get. With me, they just get a stack of money.
My jet lag is so bad that this is pretty much how I have to do things. I can’t drive in this condition and generally I find myself working within hours of landing. You might ask when I sleep. Funny. What’s sleep? Any chance that I do get to snooze is usually found on the company plane; a place I fondly consider my flying bedroom for the past six months. Just half a year to go and I might finally be able to land, find my way to my own bed and stay there for a few months. I hope, anyways.