To carry on with the career-search-as-tennis-match thing: I returned some pretty tough serves and volleys today and think I've at least pushed it into a third set. I wish I could pump a raquet in the air or something to demonstrate my satisfaction with the interview. How weird is it that everything else on the blog has some sort of aviation metaphor, but when it comes time for me to talk about getting a job in aviation I retreat into tennis? And every sport (with the possible exception of midget bowling) lends itself to fairly facile metaphors and similes. I should really have been trying harder. I apologize. But I probably won't stop, so don't bother getting your hopes up.
Ooh, my replacement phone just came!
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