*EXCLUSIVE CONTENT!* From the Cutting Room Floor: Leigh’s Tricks to Survive Long-Distance Travel

More exclusive content right from the cutting room floor…while this scene didn’t make it into my novel From Wall Street With Love, it is an absolute truth.  I don’t necessarily advocate lying or even manipulating the truth as a good business practice, sometimes to be effective you need to do what you need to do.  That said… here’s a little snippet of how I learned to survive long-distance travel and still be sharp in meetings in exotic locales… enjoy!

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Thanks to the Colorectal Cancer Assoc of Canada for the great shot!
Thanks to the Colorectal Cancer Assoc of Canada for the great shot! http://bit.ly/1cGAQLn

Once on a business trip to Australia, the Metro office in Sydney asked what time my flight arrived so that they could arrange to have me picked up at the airport. I told them 6am. As promised, there was one of my colleagues with a sign waiting for me at the custom’s arrival area. My jet lag was  intense however after a final 17 hour direct flight which had followed a three hour layover in Los Angeles which in turn had followed a 6 hour cross country flight. As my colleague put my luggage into his trunk, he told me to join him in the front seat.

“Would you like to drive?” he asked as I realized I was sitting in the driver’s seat. I was so tired that I had not noticed I was sitting on the right side of the car. It was actually not the “right” side but the “wrong” side since we were in a former British colony. My colleague then handed me my agenda for the day which started precisely at 9am. I barely had time to check into the hotel, throw water on my face, brush my hair, reapply make-up and change my clothes—all this while he waited for me in the lobby.

Needless to say, without a nap or a shower, the only way I functioned was to drink coffee nonstop. I noticed that my fellow Metro colleagues had adopted the same approach this morning. There was a steady stream to the coffee machine. After my Australia trip I learned to lie about my arrival time, better to think I arrived later than I actually did. And I never accepted a pick-up at the airport. This way I was able to schedule a nap. Without one I was pretty useless, regardless of the amount of coffee.

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