In this moment's recollection, my fine employer always sends me to the
most difficult worst client sites.
"If they're paying to fly
me in to fix their problem, they're in real trouble," I conclude early on. This is how cruising at 35,000 feet becomes my liminal space. Everything bad is either in front of me, or behind me, and right now I have coffee and a book.
"I'm the pro from Dover," is the attitude I walk into a new newspaper with (in self-defense). It works. Some of that still leaks out from time to time
Here in the future, the only reality any of that still holds is in my own mind. I'm on Easy Street
as I return in one week to coach the students in Ari Cap's Beginner Evolution and Music Theory for the Bass Player cohorts. And cutting videos of my own bass studies so the students can see what their coaches do "behind the scenes."
Beats the snot out of another day at the fun factory.