Blog-TOWER OF BABEL

     It has been a long year. I thought I would be further along, financially and career wise, but I am not.
I send out resumes what I call the ABYSS. You know, the sites, PlaneJobs.com, indeed.com, CareerBuilder.com,  Monster.com, Avination.com, NBAA.org, all of it.  

          I have dreams, where I am standing in a fog ridden line, it serpentines at 90 degree angles, my glasses are broken, my body heavy, my feet shackled in grey murk,  I look back, and there from what I can see are at least 500 people, all shapes and sizes, wearing a navy blue suit, page boy haircut and wings to the right. The line in front of me is the wall of china. I have no snack and no hope.....

        Except when my friend and my flying coach, Cinna Bon (an alias) but same initials, calls me. We bonded over the 2009 layoff of anything living. She always knows to call when I am about to stick pins in my eyes, or microwave my resume or when i will not get out of my pajamas or my own way, and she always champions me to wake the F---- up and get rolling.  She is Winnie and I at times, is that blasted grey donkey, E OR, from Winnie the Pooh .

    She got a job, I think in September 2010 with a really good solid company. When she got it, I was so so  happy on one hand, that she made it, but sad on the other, because now she would forget about my dreadful existence of nothingness and dust. But not my Cinna Bon. I think and hope I have inherited her for life. She is a victim cohabiting with male moody teenager. like me,  and soaring throughout this godforsaken life with a irreverent, crazy sense of humor paired with "I give a shit about other people so screw off bitches" We sort of have fashioned a club, the flight attendants, who do not need a BROOM to fly. The NBs, or non bitches. There is Cinna, Holly, Denise and a few others. We all want to help one another, at pretty much, any cost. No job, too big or small for us. The one sterling rule is "to never turn your back on a good person, and never screw anyone over." It is the "christ to aviation’s antichrist. It works. It is CODE. Like what the Marines speak of in hushed tones, and a simple nod of their lager heads. I am a pleased that the end justifies to means.

   I feel that Cinna bon has on a weekly basis, given me the soul to play any role in life.  The incredible beauty of this story is twofold. I have only met her once, outside if FlightSafety, and I feel like she will always make everything better.