Everybody wishes they could have my job, at least they think they do. All they see is the perks of travel and freedom and short working hours. What they look past is how miserable it really is. I barely have a home because I am never there. All of the travel is not as luxurious as people seem to picture it. It is a whole lot of cranky old people and screaming babies with dirty diapers. The most you get to see are the airports where you land. Usually there is a short ride in a taxi to some stadium or theater. The historical value is charming but after a while, the stories begin to blend together and become irrelevant. From there it is a signature and another flight to spend an hour or two stuck on a layover. I cannot remember why anybody would want to book conference venues for a living.