Until you come to the realization that you will HAVE TO GO to El Paso again, for the 400th time this year, and that more and more are on the horizon, forever. Boredum will result, and thanks to lack of variety for routes and aircraft, a sense of helplessness will overcome you. That higher pay you have, won't mean as much, since you still have to fly 4 or 5 legs a day to get it. Your wife and kids will want more, meaning you will have to fly even more legs, and more 25 minute turns. Your head will spin, and when it stops, you are in Amarillo in a public restroom, and an old cowboy is looking at you, asking himself "is that guy ok, or is he just a fuc$*&g dipsh%^?" Your retort? "Can I get an armadillo quesadilla please?" Ah variety, it is the spice of life....
Bye Bye--General Lee