Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

So far so good. Lynda hasn't noticed that I am posting again. I was letting a couple of days go by to see if it sparked any more angst, but it seems that month without posting was all we needed. We being you and I. I being me. You being the reader. Unless this is Lynda, in which case, you would've been her. No modifier left dangling!

Anyways... Lynda and I haven't spent much time together lately. Iknow what you are thinking, but don't worry, everything is totally cool. It just that she has been super busy lately. The airport business is a strange one to be sure, but not really all that different. Busy season is the high traffic season, holidays and blah blah and to get time off she has to accumulate hours now. We don't have any concrete plans, nor really any abstract, but that is the time that I have off, so we were thinking of working something out. I wonder if she gets travel discounts?

I asked.

It's weird. She's an airport employee technically, which classifies her as a government employee. And since she works the international tarmacs, she is a federal employee who is covered under all kinds of securities clearances and what not. However since she is not a direct employee of a particular airline, she doesn't really get discounts. It's crazy. And a huge complaint for the union. They also don't like when you call their glowsticks light sabers or make Star Wars references. Seriously. They get real pissed off. And, oddly enough, those sticks get really hot and can burn a little. Like sunburn burn. Nothing major, just annoying. Like people that reference Star Wars.

So we are gonna try to go somewhere maybe around teh holidays. Which? No idea. Where? No idea. We are using Napoleon's plan.

Show up. See what happens.