One of these days I’ll stop dreaming about work. It happens eventually. I keep waking up and saying to myself, “Stop it! You’re not actually getting anything done!” Of course, with dreams, it’s all a little off, like I have to send off foreclosure notices in the proper way at the proper time, and apparently by karaoke. Or messenger balloon. Last night I finally started dreaming about an old abandoned windmill along the Santa Fe Trail that NASA had augmented and was available for camping in. Some researchers believe that dreams are our brains’ way of categorizing the information we…
I just got an e-mail from my employer that states they are furloughing another 250 pilots by January 2010. This would most certainly include me, though it’ll probably take them several months to get to me because of the amount of retraining that they’ll need to do. The e-mail states they’ve done everything possible to reduce the number of pilots that they need to furlough, but this is obviously a load of crap. They state that they didn’t get enough response to their voluntarily time off without pay program, but I know MANY pilots who put in for that program…