I’m back home again after having worked for over a week at a huge multinational military staff exercise. It’s always weird to come home after one of those. Suddenly you have to chose what to wear in the morning, there’s no handy pockets all over your clothes to put all the stuff you need into (and don’t tell me that’s what a purse is for), people look at you weirdly when you say “affirmative” instead of yes, and nobody in the civilian darkness understands what the hell you’ve been doing and how you can love it so much.
I worked with fighter pilots (swoon…) and god, what I wouldn’t do to be one of them. I’m too short and my eyesight is crappy so that career path is closed for me, but I would do pretty much anything for the person who would take me up in a Gripen fighter jet. (Pilots welcome to put their offer in comments!)
But now it’s back to business - literally: I’ve just registered my own company and I’m now a freelance writer for real!
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