“I haven’t seen your brother yet today,” I mentioned to the Director. “I wonder if he’s even awake.”
“Do you want me to go get him up?” offered the Director.
“No, that’s not really your job.”
From the other room, Alpha Geek added “No, it’s his pleasure.”
Alpha Geek started working on his pilot’s license years ago. I wanted to do likewise, but decided instead to spend the money getting a degree in accounting. The degree, I reasoned, would enable me to find a well-paying job that would then finance getting the license.
Seems I wasted my money. I graduated right about the time the economy tanked, and ever since I have been competing for jobs with highly-experienced professionals who got laid off of their twenty-year positions as corporate CPAs, or something. I shoulda just spent the dough on the license.
Oh well. If I can’t fly ’em, at least I can be around ’em. I joined the flying club as an associate member or somesuch, which means I’m a member but I don’t fly. In my application letter I said I’d just like to be able to come to maintenance night and fondle the airplanes. Then I changed the active verb to “be around.”
Honestly, I think they would have been okay with the first version. These are people who love planes.
Last night I went to my first maintenance night and helped them do 50-hour maintenance on a couple of Piper Warriors.
And by “helped,” I mean I followed them around and watched everything and asked a lot of questions. And fondled the airplanes.
I could stand to lose some pounds. I’ve never denied it. I never actually made it into “obese” territory, but I was definitely just a few blocks away.
Still, I wasn’t enormous.
So I’m a little miffed that no one seems to have noticed that I’ve lost weight since February 1. I’ve given my fat pants to Goodwill, and my regular pants are starting to get a little loose.
Sure, nineteen pounds isn’t huge. But neither was I. I would have thought somebody would have noticed.
No, no, don’t say anything now. It doesn’t count if I have to point it out to you.
Somebody better notice when I lose the next twenty, though.