Sunday, September 13, 2009

Who Moved My Weekend?

 Anybody know where the weekend went?
Damn.
It was beautiful  outside my window today. It felt great seeing the sunshine and smelling the fresh air as it gently rolled in through one window and out through another. As I sat in my corner. Working. Again.
As much as I'd like to complain and whine about how unfair it was that my motorcycle sat right outside that window, with its cover on all day in that awesome sunshine, I can't. It's my work. It's gotta get done. I've got to do it. Sacrifice a few weekends for the opportunity to change a perspective. Change a mindset. Change a culture. It can be done and I can do it. I and a few like-minded others. Aviation is a crazy industry, but story-telling is an unscrupulous art form that can make or break your point. One can drive home the winning run, or wait endlessly for the humiliation to end. I prefer being in the driver's seat. So I'll sit on my side of the window and do my thing, hoping for a break in the grind in the near future when I can get up, go out, and take the cover off the Wildebeast again. She's patient. So patient. Way more patient than I am.
Damn.
Anybody know where the weekend went?

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