charley varrick
Last of the independents
- Joined
- Nov 26, 2001
- Posts
- 95
Occasionaly, as mentioned before, waking early, sweating my arse off in a 110 degree cockpit, getting extended when I was supposed to meet with my family who came into town, hanging around in a dead downtown Waterloo, IA on Christmas AND Thanksgiving, etc., it "felt" like a job.
Then I was furloughed and got a "real" job.
I ache to have the aforementioned downsides back. For me, I now know with surety that it was not a job.
Then I was furloughed and got a "real" job.
I ache to have the aforementioned downsides back. For me, I now know with surety that it was not a job.