The dangers of the man.

Well it has finally come to this. I have so much knowledge and experiance it is now leaking out of my brain and onto the internet. I also thought the world could use some alternate spelling techniques. As you can see I have started my own blog... I appologise ahead of time.

As per the title, my job is not all guns, booze, and strippers...it is also the man. The problem is that I work for the real "proverbial man..." Most of the time it is a nice sybiotic relationship. Unfortunatly about once every few months "the Man" re-asserts and kicks me in the nuts or stabs me in the back. Today it was a small amount of both. I was warned about my "anti-athority attitude and style in my flying." To get a good idea of what it was like today, imagine the scene in Top Gun where Maverick was getting chewed out by the CO with the cigar only instead of a screaming CO with a cigar it was the boss from office space.

So to celebrate my official status as "anti-athority" I am having one of the dead guy's beer. (There was a guy that died in my appartment, the landlord gave me his beer when they cleaned out his appartment.)