ANNNNNNNNnnnndddd... queue the questions from Rez.
My 21,916th day of life was supposed to be the end of my career, and I'd have the time to do whatever the heck I want. I anticipated the last five to ten years to be no less hectic than the first, because I would still be the sweat equity a bungling group of dipsh!ts in suits NEED to keep their MBA wet dreams afloat. I just thought I'd be let out of the stable after working pretty darned hard for a few decades as a hack in a weakening profession- but I guess all of the above is MY fault?
Nahh. I have three dozen or so years left to build a retirement and bail, put in what time I can to help pilots around me, and jettison this apple cart with as few regrets as possible. None of those regrets will ever be the PAC.