written by Morgan

They want me to get on that!?! I should have known something was wrong when they said they would be boarding my flight through the emergency exit stairwell rather than the walk-way to the plane. We walk out onto the tarmac and there sits a really old looking twin-prop airplane. Not a jet, an airplane. [...]

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written by Morgan

Miami They wanted me in Miami an hour ago. It is Wednesday and I have made plans for a flight to Miami International to arrive at 9:15am tomorrow. I will see Teresa and Becca tonight and then after Teresa drops me off at the airport in the morning I won’t see much of them until [...]

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written by Morgan

Tomorrow is my last day here at the ARTCC. I don’t know what that will mean for me. Larry has assured me that, though it may mean travel, I will not be laid off or fired. That’s good news I guess. If I have to travel a few months while I find another job (or [...]

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written by Morgan

I love to hate. I have quelled the hatred that dwells within me for the time being. I was consumed by hatred for no reason other than for hatred itself. I despised myself and from there it was easy to hate everything beyond me. Hatred was my friend. It was cold but I burned with [...]

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