Transitions in life are important.
As previously noted, I have abandoned the field of medicine in favour of something that is less of a vocation and more of a lifestyle. It's absolutely true; being a flight attendant is not really a job, it's a lifestyle that one has to adapt to.
Currently, I am in classrooms, studying and being my usual chatty, brilliant self. The people that matter in my class (and there aren't many of us--we number 23) love me and such. We're a nice cadre of people, and I sincerely hope that all of us graduate in 2 weeks. I have a sinking feeling that we all won't for various reasons, but it is not in my nature to wish ill on people.
Nonetheless, I am really happy in my business life, and excited about what the future holds for me. In case you were wondering, the answer is "Yes, FA and I work for the same company." Consequently, we will fly on many of the same trips, and will have the opportunity to share an experience or two. Frankly, I was a tad apprehensive about the possibility of being together 24/7/365, but in reality, that won't happen. It is well documented that I do love my alone time, and I don't anticipate that there will be drastic changes there. The thing that will change is the time that we spend apart when FA took his 4 day trips...Hopefully that will be minimized to some extent, because I really hate being alone from my sweet Boo for extended periods of time.
So that's where I am now.
For those of you who are paying attention, I've made a bit of a switch in identity. My given name is Robert, and as such, very few people actually call me that. Mike is, in fact the only person who consistently addresses me in that way. Even Mother has taken to calling me Bob, which sounds oddly plastic and forced.I became a Bob in High School during a drama thingie. The instructor started calling me Bob for some reason, and it stuck. From that point, I became Uncle Bob, after my propensity for helping people. That was shortened to UB, and my nickname was then Eubie.
When I went on to college, I dropped the Eubie, but Bob stuck from convenience. Bob really hasn't been a name to which I was particularly fond because it brings to mind men with grease under their fingernails...Something I certainly am not one of.
Turns out that FA loathes it. He told me as such one day, so the decision was made to revert to the name that was so prevalent in my youth--Rob. I couldn't have that moniker at my previous job mostly because there was another fellow who was called Robb in my work area, and the confusion would have just been too much to think of. As it was, the "Robb/Bob" thing was difficult at best. So, with my transition to being a flight attendant, I switched to Rob again. It's odd hearing my classmates address me, because I've not heard it in common usage for quite some time now, but my ear is becoming tuned to it, because I have been introducing myself to everyone using that name. Of course, friends still call me Bob, and I think they will for some time.
Rob...I'm liking it
