New job

My new job has made my social networking dwindle to a small trickle. My hours switch back and forth, making me feel like I'm always working or thinking about work. It is very interesting though. It's a new world of information. I hear phrases like five aside and FBO and Delta Bravo.For those of you that don't know, I have started working at a aviation fueling station, better known as a FBO, or fixed based operator.

After the end of World War 1, 1918, aviation mostly consisted of transient fliers, going from city to city and offering plane rides and demonstrations to the people because civil aviation was mostly unregulated. They would have people bring over fuel in exchange for a free ticket to these events. Because of this, there was no need for established businesses.

That changed in 1926 because of the Air Commerce Act. Regulations were enforced and pilots began establishing their own businesses for fueling and mechanical needs of aircraft, creating the first FBOs.

Our FBO is contracted with CDF so when there is a fire, like there was today, tankers come and fuel.

My cat just came and jumped on my bed. Her body arches as her hands rhythmically knead the covers. Her purr softens as she turns to look at me and meow loudly, the command for pet me. When I continue and type on the lap top she crawls over, standing a leg on my arm and begins to lick my hand. I shove her away lightly and she jumps down from the bed and mews pathetically. cats.