Blog-TOWER OF BABELI have decide on something very important. I am a person who likes to stand on some ceremony of sorts and I remain true, even in the darkest of times. I do not want to try out or fly for anyone else other than the people I have flown for the past 5 years. I want my old bullshit back, I do not want some new bullshit, unaccustomed bullshit, nouveau riche bullshit, I like the old agenda, and if i cannot have it, i am not having any of it. I want my owner back. I want him to get another plane, i feel like i have been thru hell and back with he, his family and all of our mutual trials and tribulations.
He knew about me having to put my three year old golden retriever down due to kidney failure, he knew when my mom died, he knew when i broke up with pete, he knew when i reconciled pete, he knew when i got skin cancer, he knew when I was having a super day and took me when the bad ones came. He was loyal, smart, irascible, sarcastic, brilliant, compassionate, difficult, moody, and sane. His family never made the crew feel like we were poor in any way, and WORKING FOR COMPANY X Y AND Z, WE WERE POOR ON PAPER.
We had opinions, we have guts and glory and all those things real people and cowboys have. And for now, it is gone, baby gone, like a quick birthday candle in the wind. I have tried to interview for jobs, I do not want any of them. I am half hearted, lack luster and it shows. I want a nap. I would like to fly Desmond Tutu, Mother Teresa of Calcutta and maybe that pilot Sully who landed in the Hudson. That might get me going, but not like I was going. I flew people who called it like they saw it, they remembered their first dollar, their first steak and cheese, ringing the bell on Wall Street and I flew on the first plane they ever owned. It all sparkled like the first christmas lights that you ever saw.
There was none of this curt crap, no sense of entitlement, no fake attitudes. Money was up there but it was not king. So, no, I will not be taking any new job soon. My heart is not there and I have developed a rash impatience with "this is how we do it here". Right now, I would rather help out at the local church with the downtrodden and live by my own schedule because I have not had one in a while. I do not jump when the phone rings, and I am liking my couch a bit more. My dog knows who I am and my son actually communicates with me at a normal decibel. Maybe I will write that book after all.
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