Flying nowhere

I work about 7 miles away from the Philadelphia Airport.  This makes for terrible cell reception, as each time a plane flies over the office, the call breaks up or is lost completely.  I've become the queen of 2-minute conversations.  But that's not the worst of it.  The worst thing about working near the airport is watching the planes flying out from my three-walled, grey cubicle, envious of the people on those planes and fantasizing about what exotic, far-off, tropical location they're heading to, wishing it were me on that plane.