flyboysgal
from the gang at home
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- Feb 23, 2002
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I got the call that SWA sent a great note at how nice it was to meet him, but second try down. In a couple of years, three is the charm.

I am finally falling apart. Some of you have caught on that this is a team game and for the ones who don't get it, I just want to vent here.
My guy is hurting. After months of resumes, a lot of phone calls a few chats with chief pilots, but no real offers, this interview was the one thing that reinforced how much he loved this business.
Thanks to the really real people in this chat, the time since Feb 20 and the DB has felt safe... for me. He is out there being MR. Macho, just "be cool, girlfriend, it'll be fine..." and he has no idea how HARD it is to BE COOL.
I have one thing going for me. If you have a pilot and he is flying and gone and you can love it YOU HAVE THE STUFF.... If you have a pilot and he is HOME all the time, MOVE OUT.
My guy has an incredible ability to let time pass. He can eat at buffets, workout in the hotel gym, sleep in the office if the boss is cheap and the perdiem can be put to better use. This guy doesn't care how long the legs are as long as he gets to come home in a jet. (HECK, he wouldn't mind a turbo right now.... props?.... well freezing sims are ok....) I just love that!!!
This is a business of passion. Ward Cleavers in blue jacket with stripes look good, but these men of ours are wild in there! (Gal flyers, I assume you are equipt with a wider corpus colosum and MAY know when a good crying jag is in order, but I do NOT negate that you may be maniacs too, so please do not be offended.) But try to give us a break!
We stopped co-residing during a rather ugly period where he forgot exactly what home meant and we are much better mates with the distance. I have my passions and he has his and that makes for a very full house. We have a connection that is completely screwy from the outside but too deep to discount.
I got to be the one that grew up. He gets to be the kid. But I also am the one in charge of the emoting. He can kick a wall now and then and he has a clear perspective on "WHAT WENT WRONG" but I feel like twisting his head around today and shoving it into the future saying "OK, GET OVER IT"
I am about to volunteer for an evening of snuggling that I really am too tense to snuggle about, listening to each and every possible mess up he did, they did, the references did, the GODS did.... and I will never get to tell him I would rather he just cried.
For the girls out there that expect normal behavour: THEY come first. It is a hard job but a fun job. They feel pretty special and we better agree. If they go out there and do it for us, the coming home is THE BEST!
The only way to get through it is to make sure YOU have a really good life, with him or without him, because there is no telling what will happen next.
(This REALLY means I wish I loved a car salesman..... but...)

I am finally falling apart. Some of you have caught on that this is a team game and for the ones who don't get it, I just want to vent here.
My guy is hurting. After months of resumes, a lot of phone calls a few chats with chief pilots, but no real offers, this interview was the one thing that reinforced how much he loved this business.
Thanks to the really real people in this chat, the time since Feb 20 and the DB has felt safe... for me. He is out there being MR. Macho, just "be cool, girlfriend, it'll be fine..." and he has no idea how HARD it is to BE COOL.
I have one thing going for me. If you have a pilot and he is flying and gone and you can love it YOU HAVE THE STUFF.... If you have a pilot and he is HOME all the time, MOVE OUT.
My guy has an incredible ability to let time pass. He can eat at buffets, workout in the hotel gym, sleep in the office if the boss is cheap and the perdiem can be put to better use. This guy doesn't care how long the legs are as long as he gets to come home in a jet. (HECK, he wouldn't mind a turbo right now.... props?.... well freezing sims are ok....) I just love that!!!
This is a business of passion. Ward Cleavers in blue jacket with stripes look good, but these men of ours are wild in there! (Gal flyers, I assume you are equipt with a wider corpus colosum and MAY know when a good crying jag is in order, but I do NOT negate that you may be maniacs too, so please do not be offended.) But try to give us a break!
We stopped co-residing during a rather ugly period where he forgot exactly what home meant and we are much better mates with the distance. I have my passions and he has his and that makes for a very full house. We have a connection that is completely screwy from the outside but too deep to discount.
I got to be the one that grew up. He gets to be the kid. But I also am the one in charge of the emoting. He can kick a wall now and then and he has a clear perspective on "WHAT WENT WRONG" but I feel like twisting his head around today and shoving it into the future saying "OK, GET OVER IT"
I am about to volunteer for an evening of snuggling that I really am too tense to snuggle about, listening to each and every possible mess up he did, they did, the references did, the GODS did.... and I will never get to tell him I would rather he just cried.
For the girls out there that expect normal behavour: THEY come first. It is a hard job but a fun job. They feel pretty special and we better agree. If they go out there and do it for us, the coming home is THE BEST!
The only way to get through it is to make sure YOU have a really good life, with him or without him, because there is no telling what will happen next.
(This REALLY means I wish I loved a car salesman..... but...)
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