If only you could hear the irony in my voice.
I’m on “reserve” yet again this month, sitting around waiting for the company to need me to work a flight. This kid of schedule used to be hell. 14 hour days back to back and minimum rest periods until you think you’re going to drop from exhaustion.
Until the economy went to you-know-where. Almost no one, it seems, is getting sick or stuck in traffic! So here I sit, for the second day, in my “crash pad” apartment in NYC. Just waiting. The computer already has me assigned to sit around for tomorrow too – not a good sign.
…And JUST as I write that – I got a call! Off to Rome I go. (Yippee!)