Okay! Okay, I'm updating. Sorry for my recent absence, all.
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Over the past week, we've been night flying all week. Initially, it was only supposed to be Mon-Wed, but sometime Wednesday afternoon, someone realized that another someone (or, quite possibly that very same someone), has the planning abilities of a drunk gopher, and they realised that they needed night flying LAST night too! Now, I know that doesn't sound like a big great deal, but trust me, after three nights of ATC, three nights of not being able to sleep until 3am, and three mornings of being woken up at 8:30, it starts to become a big great deal.
So much so, that on at least three occasions I sat at the keyboard staring at my monitor, thinking, "Uhhhhhhhhh....". After realizing that my brain feels like it's slowly starting to drip out my ears, and after the last Nothing-to-say update, I figured all would be best if I just got up, stumbled my way to my bed, and fell asleep.
Unfortunately these thoughts always seemed to come at around 9:30am... while the sun still felt that looking through my window at my pillows was a really neat idea.
So, basic up-shot of all this is I've had... oh... about 20 hours sleep over the past 4 days. Sounds okay, right? WRONG! If you're thinking that, you've never seen me try to function on any less than 6 hours sleep before.
Okay, so Monday and Tuesday were alright, it was just the jets flying those nights (and they only ever send 6 or 7 up at a time), so those nights were rather quiet. Made for some good conversation, and some nice relaxation time. Wednesday, on the other hand, they sent the Harvards up... anytime they send up the Harvards, they send up like 15! And of course, they wouldn't have the foresight to send them up in a nice, steady trickle... fuck that, we're sending every one of those bastards ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!!!! That's a good idea, right? Sounds like a good idea, let's do it!
Fukkin morons! Kay, so Wednesday night is filled with alternating periods of absolutely nothing and 'HOLY SHIT! Slow down for a moment will ya!!!".
Then, of course, I come home and find out about whitewidow's impending surgery... dang... I was really hoping that maybe she wouldn't have needed it... I knew she was freaking out about even the possibility of getting it done...
So, as I lie in bed, slightly bummed about her surgery, and rediculously tired because of the boneheads in Ops, I get to thinking... I should get her a card, just 'cause. That'd cheer her up a little, and I can write something really happy and goofy inside, just for her... yeah, that's a good idea!
So I did, and I'm thinkin' to myself, "Self?"
And I says, "Yes, Tyson?" (see, I knew it was me, 'cause I recognised the voice.)
And I says, "Self, this is probably the nicest thing you've done in some time!"
And I'm all like, "Shut UP, man! People are gonna find out! You gots a reputation to uphold!"
So anyway, the moral of the story is, there was supposed to be a candy-cane in the card... but April is (apparently) not a part of candy-cane season anymore.
K, bye.
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Over the past week, we've been night flying all week. Initially, it was only supposed to be Mon-Wed, but sometime Wednesday afternoon, someone realized that another someone (or, quite possibly that very same someone), has the planning abilities of a drunk gopher, and they realised that they needed night flying LAST night too! Now, I know that doesn't sound like a big great deal, but trust me, after three nights of ATC, three nights of not being able to sleep until 3am, and three mornings of being woken up at 8:30, it starts to become a big great deal.
So much so, that on at least three occasions I sat at the keyboard staring at my monitor, thinking, "Uhhhhhhhhh....". After realizing that my brain feels like it's slowly starting to drip out my ears, and after the last Nothing-to-say update, I figured all would be best if I just got up, stumbled my way to my bed, and fell asleep.
Unfortunately these thoughts always seemed to come at around 9:30am... while the sun still felt that looking through my window at my pillows was a really neat idea.
So, basic up-shot of all this is I've had... oh... about 20 hours sleep over the past 4 days. Sounds okay, right? WRONG! If you're thinking that, you've never seen me try to function on any less than 6 hours sleep before.
Okay, so Monday and Tuesday were alright, it was just the jets flying those nights (and they only ever send 6 or 7 up at a time), so those nights were rather quiet. Made for some good conversation, and some nice relaxation time. Wednesday, on the other hand, they sent the Harvards up... anytime they send up the Harvards, they send up like 15! And of course, they wouldn't have the foresight to send them up in a nice, steady trickle... fuck that, we're sending every one of those bastards ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!!!! That's a good idea, right? Sounds like a good idea, let's do it!
Fukkin morons! Kay, so Wednesday night is filled with alternating periods of absolutely nothing and 'HOLY SHIT! Slow down for a moment will ya!!!".
Then, of course, I come home and find out about whitewidow's impending surgery... dang... I was really hoping that maybe she wouldn't have needed it... I knew she was freaking out about even the possibility of getting it done...
So, as I lie in bed, slightly bummed about her surgery, and rediculously tired because of the boneheads in Ops, I get to thinking... I should get her a card, just 'cause. That'd cheer her up a little, and I can write something really happy and goofy inside, just for her... yeah, that's a good idea!
So I did, and I'm thinkin' to myself, "Self?"
And I says, "Yes, Tyson?" (see, I knew it was me, 'cause I recognised the voice.)
And I says, "Self, this is probably the nicest thing you've done in some time!"
And I'm all like, "Shut UP, man! People are gonna find out! You gots a reputation to uphold!"
So anyway, the moral of the story is, there was supposed to be a candy-cane in the card... but April is (apparently) not a part of candy-cane season anymore.
K, bye.
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And candy canes are good any time of the year.