Well, I'm in for my 7 days. Weather wise, it looks like I made it home in good time. My first day home is almost always a waste. I don't get dressed. I just sip coffee and eat a little bit and veg out with the animals.
On my way home last night, I got a phone call from one of my cam padres from the base 19 miles up the road from me. It appears that big changes are afoot, and I haven't been told squat.
I don't know how much longer I'll be at my base with these new changes. I shouldn't moan, as hopefully I'll still have a job. Still, I will be heartbroken if they move me from there. I've been there 4 years and busted my tail to turn that parts room from a hot mess into a functional parts room. And, NO, I'm NOT giving my opposite any credit. He didn't help me do chit. What will hurt the most will be leaving my work family. When you live and work with these people half the month at a time,you become a family. Hell, I even have two of the younger pilots that call me their "Work Mom".
All of this is speculation at the moment, BUT, I can see it happening. NOT a happy camper right now. Going back to vegitate.