Sad. I interviewed for a position that was closer to home. Only 2.75-3 hours one way instead of 11.
I heard, a couple hours ago, that I was successful. I don't know how I feel about this. Granted now I will have a pension if I stick with it for another 25 years so I won't have to eat dog/cat food, but I love the flying. It's also a butt fuck nowhere place where they only get 1 call a day if they're lucky and do transfers mostly.
Hired on Friday the 13th. Irony or omen? I have no fucking idea.
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