Alright, I admit it. I am a control freak. I’m sure this confession will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me. It’s probably a large part of the reason I became a project manager. (A pretty good one, at that) I think I’ve managed to let go of a lot of my perfectionism over the years and be satisfied with good enough, but I still want to be in control of deciding what good enough is and how to get there. So I am the one who does all of the travel planning. I may grumble about it occasionally, but I don’t think I’d be willing to give it up. In the past, the only exception to this was when we went on family trips. Since those were always driven by my dad’s schedule, his assistant handled all of the details. She’s an amazing person and always put together a very detailed itinerary well in advance of our departure, so my inner control freak was appeased.
Now we are leaving for Japan in less than 40 hours and someone else is handling all of the details (I hope) and providing us with minimal information only after some prodding. To be fair, he’s doing this for about 50 other people, all of whom have made the same trip multiple times and are used to traveling as a group. The first concrete piece of information we received was exactly 2 weeks ago and consisted of this:
We now have your flight information from Chicago to Japan. Please let me know if you would like me to help you with your connecting flights.
1 NH WE 15SEP ORDNRT 0945 1240*
2 NH TU 21SEP NRTORD 1130 0905
I am not kidding. This told me the airports (which I already knew) and the flight dates and times. So I booked flights to Chicago and a hotel, since there was no way we were going to be able to get into Chicago early enough to make a 9:45 AM international flight. I also let him know that my first name was spelled incorrectly, something the TSA really frowns on these days. A week later I received this message:
You will be going through Terminal 5 in ORD.
Great. So now we know which terminal to wander around in looking for a charter flight on an unknown airline with an unknown flight number. Hello, a little help here?? So I finally broke down and sent an email requesting the airline, flight number and (god help me) hotel information. A day later I received an email with the flight information. This was followed about 30 minutes later by another email with the hotel information. I feel SO MUCH BETTER NOW.
Continue breathing deeply.