My Real Job

Written by █████████████
Friday, May 13, 2016

Photo of unidentified person.One of the more interesting recurring conversations my wife has with friends is about my job. “Oh, your husband is a pilot? And he’s gone for how long? And he goes where? Doing what? (long pause) So what does he really do?” With that, I’d like to put to rest the idea that I am really employed by ██████, and that my real job is to █████████. While it is true that I work for ██████████████, I’m not employed by the █████████████ and never have been. Besides, my security clearance level is only ████████, and everyone knows that to work for ██████████████ you get █████████████ clearance. Plus, those guys carry █████████ ink pens, and operate vehicles that can move around both on the land and water.

And yes, I have to admit that I don’t always travel to Canada, but when I go to ████████, or someplace else with a lot of sand and sunshine, I’m usually surveying ████████ instead of ███████████, which makes perfect sense if you think about it.

Thanks for reading this flog, and we’ll keep you apprised of our progress. Tomorrow we’re hoping to leave ███████████ and get to ████████████████, which should be fun.

█████████████ prepares to depart on his mission to southern ███ and ███ to collect data on ███ for the ████████████. Photo Credit: Steve Earsom, USFWS.

█████████████ prepares to depart on his mission to southern ███ and ███ to collect data on ███ for the ████████████. Photo Credit: Steve Earsom, USFWS.