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Oh ya, my job is cool...

Lately work has been less of the "I fly on helicopters" description and more of the "I write reports and analyze data" description. And as much as I would rather be flying on helicopters, it's ok with me...you must have the dull-ish to appreciate the awesome-ness. OR...you just need the BF to remind you how spoiled you are.

For instance, this conversation from the other day...





Me: I've just been knees deep in this report-writing/plot making stuff lately, I just finished a whole section about the mission tasks we did out at Courtland.

The BF: Oh ya, like the slalom and stuff?!

Me: Ya, and this maneuver where we had to accelerate to 50 kts then come to a complete stop within 800 ft.

The BF: WHAT?! Why didn't you ever tell me about that one?

Me: Well, I didn't think it sounded as cool as a "slalom" course...

The BF: Are you kidding me, that is like going 0 to 60 except in a Chinook.

Me: Ya, I guess it is, huh?

The BF: When I ask you how your day went, these are the type of things I want to know about April!!!!



Me: .....{crickets}......

So you see, it's a perspective thing. I just needed a little reminding...

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