I recently watched the brilliant film “Up in the Air” which stars George Clooney as a serial corporate traveller. I found myself laughing out loud at the airport scenes where he educates his new colleague about which security line to choose based on the types of person queuing or what type of hand luggage to travel with -> all with the goal of saving time.
I hate wasting time. I mean I have an abnormal, unhealthy abhorrence of it. My rantings about this has led one colleague to nick-name me “Defense” in reference to the Michael Douglas character from Falling Down. I now keep my tirades bemoaning why does British Airways check your ticket when you board a plane when they have already checked it at the gate, to myself.
Needless to say I was one of the very first people to sign up to the Iris scan for British Passport control which shortcuts the increasingly long passport queues in favour of an automated scan of your retina. Now you can find me on Thursday nights in Terminal 3 becoming very twitchy when a person stands in the perspex booth ahead of me and negotiates with the eye scanner for longer than the unsaid allowance of one adjustment. “move a little closer…move a little backwards”
I know I am not alone. The George Clooney character personifies the modern mobile office worker. On the plus side, I have never taken any moment for granted. But I do find myself in that weird no-man’s land of wanting to make the most of my life counter-balanced with the need for security and routine.
I have a friend who has a beautiful tattoo on his wrist which transpires to be a foreign language and the words “One life. One chance.” I asked him what he was doing working in a global corporation and he looked at me kinda funny.