Send Me Away

Once upon a time, things weren’t going so well at work. I can’t remember what we were arguing about, but I left my boss’s office, walked back to mine, and kind of sort of slammed the door. I sat behind my desk – in the dark – pissed!

After a while, one of my colleagues came in and said, “Bill you’re obviously having a bad day. Why don’t you just go home?”

I thought, “you mean I could do that?” While it hadn’t occurred to me, it was great advice!

I grabbed my coat and briefcase, told my assistant I was leaving for the day and started for home.

I walked across Central Park South. When I got to Lexington Avenue, the proverbial lightbulb went on.

I ambled into Bloomingdales and took the escalator up to the seventh floor. I went to the American Express Travel counter where a young woman asked how she could help me.

“Send me away,” I said.

“Where would you like to go?”

“I have no idea, but I obviously need a vacation.”

I walked out having booked a trip to Barbados. I think the hotel we selected was undergoing renovations, so my wife and I ended up going to Jamaica.

Sometimes we need a little advice. It helps to be open to it when it comes. Maybe it’ll get you out of yourself, out of a jam, and relaxing for five days on a beach in Montego Bay.

And make it easier for others to deal with you when you return.

It certainly worked for me!