One of the most "uuugh" inducing parts of this life we have together, is that neither of us ever know what day it is.
Technically, we should, when put together. See, CEL operates strictly by date. He won't know Monday from Thursday but he always knows the date. With my company, we work sliding schedules and my "weekend" is the middle of the week- so I always know what day it is... but the 13 or the 23 doesn't make much of a difference to me -thats what the blackberry is for, to chrip at me for meetings and events.
Anyway, part of the difficulty with this silliness is that when we're on the phone or in emails, I don't know that we're ever referring to the same day. It's funny the majority of the time, stressful the rest ("Will we have our days off together this week? I have that meeting on Wednesday so my days off will change" "What's Wednesday? I get home the 24th." "......")
And, it's more than the phrases and the verbage he uses, it's more than his packing skills. Recently, he got a ticket for speeding on the back road to the airport. He figured "like everything in my industry!" he had until the end of the month it was due to take care of the paperwork. Wrong. That was a fun discovery...
I suppose we all do it in all lines of business to some degree, but it always make me smile/shake my head/sigh/laugh when I realize- he's such a PILOT. It's like a man with a different operating system.
2 comments:
its much worse NOT working and staying home with a child who isnt in "real" school yet - I NEVER know what day it is - usually its based on what's on tv that night or if I need to remember to put the trash at the curb;)
Hi there,
I am interested in taking over your blog (mainly because of its address) and would like to use it as a chronicle of my own life as a pilot's girl. Would you mind contacting me at: mlin.leow@gmail.com
Thanks babe!
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