Well folks, more drama at the fright center, heck, make that the entire airport... but things may turn out for the best. It's kind of funny to watch the boss continually kiss my behind because he didn't hire me and probably regrets it now. As long as they keep throwing maintanence flights my way things will be kosher. I skipped class again today (I'm being a terrible influence on our younger college students) heck, I skipped two classes today. The first one I just slept through, and the second I skipped to fly a chase plane to Tulsa and pick up one that had recently been overhauled. After that, I had to sit through three hours worth of meetings for dispatchers, instructors, and students alike. So I got paid for almost six hours today, and I originally wasn't scheduled for any.
As for moving to Ireland... I'm in, so long as Aer Lingus hires me. Well, they'd have to hire me and promise not to stick me in an Airbus. 'Cause, "If it ain't Boeing, I ain't going!" I somehow doubt that is quite necessary, however. College is by its very nature a very liberal place. Don't take a sampling of the population at UCA to be necessarily indicative of the rest of the nation. You know the old saying, "If you're not liberal when you're 20, you're cold hearted. If you're still liberal when you're 30, you're just retarded."
Well, I've still got some house to clean, some bills to pay, and a shower to take. I just got back from playing sand volley ball, and I somehow managed to skin my knee... only someone as inept at sports as yours truly could manage such an accomplishment... but I've never seen the Weinermobile.
Needing pie,
Jeff C.
