Well, today I got my bonus check from work, and as usual the High and Mighty Officer of the Company desired to hand them out. Now, normally this guy is a decent sort, but —
You see, due to the war (can something that one-sided be war?) in Iraq and the ORANGE ALERT and other sundry outrages perpetrated upon humanity lately, he has forbidden all employees to travel on business for three weeks. At least. Well, OK, I can sorta understand why maybe this is not the best time to visit Washington D.C. Fine.
But THEN he says that I should not fly this weekend. In fact, I should give that up entirely because it is MUCH too dangerous for a young lady such as myself. And I’m not qualified to fly safely. Couldn’t possibly be.
LISTEN Fuckwad, you can dictate to me in matters regarding my job and the company but you can NOT dictate what I do in my off hours. AND if you have a problem or question concerning my qualifications you may, with my blessing, take that up with my fellow pilots, my former instructors, the FAA designated examiner who administered my checkride, and even the goddamned South Bend, Indiana Flight Standards District Office. I’m sure you will find all paperwork in order and hear multiple good things about my abilities and judgement. Because, you ignorant slimepuppy, YOU are not, in any way qualified to pass judgement upon my flying skills. To put it bluntly, my friend with the MD and other multiple medical certifications and education, you are no more qualified to make sound judgements in aviation than I am qualified to perform surgery.
In fact, if you DID have even the modest education of a first-day ground school student you would know that I am required to pass the same tests as any other pilot working his or her way up the rating system and no quarter is given for me being a “hobby flyer”. I am expected - nay, REQUIRED - to perform within the system to the same exacting standards as any other pilot I have been examined and tested and stamped “CERTIFIED” by the FuckinAA you jackhole, and I find it damned insulting you think I am somehow constituionally incapable of performing tasks I actually DO perform properly on a consistent and frequent basis.
And no, it is NOT acceptable for you to say that you are telling - nay, ORDERING - me to cease and desist for my own good. Or because I couldn’t possibly know the risks I’m taking.
Listen, asshole, I’ve helped haul wrecked aircraft off a runway. I’ve gotten the blood of other pilots on my hands while doing so. You know something? An aircraft accident site STINKS in a very short time from the smell of rotting human flesh and blood. I’ve seen shards of aluminum bigger than myself embedded into asphalt and concrete up close. My airport buried two pilots less than a month ago. Yes, you ignoramus, I DO know the risks. Up close and personal.
But it’s just beyond your comprehension that I might know the risks and take them anyway. You just can’t conceive that I might make different choices than you do, or want something different than what you want.
Tell why the FUCK I’d want to be like you, huh? Away from home 2/3 of any given month, working 80 hour weeks, earning a shitload of money I don’t have time to spend, buying a beautiful house I’m never home to enjoy… Why the FUCK would I want that when I could be soaring above all the petty bullshit in the world, going where I want to go, not bothering anyone and no one bothering me? Take away my flying? What the HELL can you offer me in return, asswipe? NOTHING. There ain’t jackshit you have that I want.
Let’s get real, motherfucker. If you EVER hand me the ultamatium of either giving up flying or giving up my current job I am out of there. No joke. Sure, the economy sucks and it’ll cramp my style for a bit but I’ll still have my self respect and my pilot’s license.
Because, you meaningless piece of shit executive, flying is the best goddamned thing I ever did for myself. It gave me self confidence, self respect, and more freedom than I’ll ever enjoy in any other part of my life. I’ve accomplished something. I’ve fucking achieved something that for most of history people could only fucking dream about and most folks even now will never have the combination of desire, abiliity, and yes guts to do what I’ve done and do on pretty much a weekly basis.
So fuck you, you craven, sniveling coward. I don’t want to be like you, got it? Fuck you and your too-safe life and your play-it-safe and your infantile and SELFISH insistance that I make the same shitty choices you have.
Fuck you.
I’m flying this weekend, weather permitting, and I don’t give a damn if you approve or not.