It hit different at different points in my life. When I was in my 20s I thought "Wow! I get to go on an international trip to a place I've never been, and work is paying for everything?!? I'll go whenever you need me to go!" Now that I'm almost 50, it's "Fuck. Another 14 hour international flight, to somewhere I'll likely only have time to see the inside of two buildings. What's the local language again? Do I drive on the left or right? Wait, how long do I need to stay? Please no."