Allegedly, a Pan Am 727 flight waiting for start clearance in Munich overheard the following:
Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?"
Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English."
Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?"
Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war."
BWAHAHA! I love that one. That's been making the rounds for a while, but it's still funny (to me). Ze Germans are also why 9 is pronounced "niner" in aviation-speak.
I have tentative dinner plans, but I think my desperate need to crawl into bed and whimper a few times will usurp them.
Can I get some therapy-related ~ma, please? I'm going through a really rough patch right now, and I'm having trouble moving forward.
That sent me immediately to a "That is WRONG and NOT TRUE AT ALL" sort of headspace. Not so much with the sad, and more with the horrified anger.
Yeah, you'll definitely want to be skipping ROBOT CHICKEN's take then.
~ma, dear. The rough patches just bite. Scary and draining. Power through it with Tomly courage, then come to San Francisco and be loved and cosseted and I'll tell you my rough patch stories while Matilda stands in your lap and pats your face.
Here's to forward motion Tom.
I just had a shockingly good meeting with my boss, in which I may have actually helped her understand a thing or two. Of course, she sat there saying, "This is the first time I'm seeing this!" when she should have been seeing it each time we've met about it, which is more than zero (in meetings led by her boss!), but I can only do so much.
I am aiming a gentle shove in your direction, Tom. Go where you need to.
I need to finish my taxes. But I have no idea where my record of auto registration fees is. Flake.
~~ma to Tom. You are a real inspiration, sticking with the therapy through the hard times.
Also, yay for the good meeting, Jesse.
