Speaking to the Ether. . . .
My lack of posting seems to have shut down this blog. My life has recently been a whirlwind. Those who mock the Government worker officially has a pox cast upon them. I am the busiest, most overworked person that I know.
If anyone is still put there, I have officially accepted my new post working for Transportation Security (a subdivision of Homeland). What this means is that I can make a phone call and have you cavity searched at the airport. I'm mad with the power.
My philosophy on accepting the job is this: I have busted my ass, scraped, crawled, demeaned and ranted to get a promotion that I deserved. I finally got it, but not before I applied elsewhere. Now, for once in my life, I am in demand. So, the safety of aviation now has to pony up. They need to offer something to keep me. . . and I can be bought cheap. If they offer nothing, I'm gone. The new place is weird in the fact that they are falling all over me and can't wait for me to start. I'm almost inclined to turn it down because I can't live up to the hype.
Bottom line, the intense security clearance (like I'm working at Area 51) will take months and then, I'll be shuffling off.
More inportantly, tomorrow starts Man's Weekend. I will arrive first at approx. 1:00 PM and be drinking by 2:00. As people, including Wyatt show up the drinks will pour. To get a jump on the weekend, I plan on stopping at the bar that we will be at on Thursday night and convince them to stock Guinness for the upcoming onslaught.
Next year, MWE - - - -VEGAS!
Who needs directions????