Sitting here staring at the 19" blur that used to be my computer screen I am wondering why in the he!! I ever thought, "Wow! I think I'd like to become a pilot. Wouldn't it be cool to fly for a living?" Much like f@cking a fat chick for the first time we soon learn that our youthful indiscretions and not all that they appear to be. Much like we ponder the rest of the heard at the closing of our local bar and convince ourselves, through 3 a.m. beer goggles, that the 250 pounder we saw earlier might not now be that bad, I think we have fallen victim to the image and glamour of the airlines and corporate pilot, through the vision of crafty salesmen selling us the dream of being paid professionals.
Paid professional, what does that mean? How about the guys I used to chase skirt with in college. I wonder how they are doing? Lets see. Y2K colleg grads and my RX buddy just bought his own business. New truck. And new house, 3400 sq ft. Married, and happy. Vegas twice this year, pleasure, not business. What about my nurse buddy. New truck. Townhouse. Georgous wife. Just got back from Tahiti. And how about my vet bud. New house, on 640 acres. New truck. Good looking wife, and she has a new truck. Just bought 100 head of cows. Me? Dating, not married by choice, I think. Nasty a@@ apartment on the WRONG side of the tracks. 12 year old truck with 204K miles. A/C in and out. $72 in my pocket. Less in the bank. Turned down an airline job because I couldn't afford the $19.5K a year pay cut!
If only I could go back and tell my younger self to get a real career and tell my future self to shove this one straight up your a@@!