Have I told y'all lately how much that ......
I LOVE MY JOB!
He he he!
Well let me tell you. About a month after I started working at the TSA, I spied a new recruit. His name is Nick (yes, just like in my favorite Fanfic character!) Nick is 22 years old. Built and handsome. Wears his hair buzzed way short like a marine. Soft baby face, very polite, very soft spoken. Very intelligent, very nice kid.
So here I am. Also a new recruit, but I have been there longer and know my way around. So I start being real friendly to Nick. Helping him out with finding his way around, filling out forms etc etc. It helps that he and I have the same schedule. Which is very rare. Most everybody has overlapping schedules where you almost never see the same people each day.
My plan works. Soon he is tagging along with me to our assignments. He comes in and sits with me each day when we arrive. He takes his breaks with me and we walk around the airport and chat. We hang out waiting for the shift manager to let us leave at the end of the day and walk out to the parking lot together. Sigh.... He is just so damn nice. And so damn straight. He has mentioned a girlfriend a few times. oh well. Not that he'd even look twice at a guy my age even if he were gay.
But nonetheless it is nice to have a friend at work. Today I overheard another guy ask him if he had applied to any Police Departments yet. UGH! I thought. Nick is leaving me, er, us. I forgot he just graduated College with a degree in Criminal Science.
So I later asked him if he had thought about applying to another government agency like the Customs Department or even try out to be a Federal Air Marshall.
He asked if I had thought about it. I told him I was probably too old to be an Air Marshall. He said : "Why? aren't you like 29 or 30?" I blushed. I almost didn't want to tell him I was 40. But I did. He then said :"Well you look much younger". I blushed again.
If this guy didn't have a girlfriend....... Nah. I'd still keep my mouth shut. The urge to give him a big kiss however was overwhelming. LOL.
ON THE OTHER HAND....... Sometimes my job sucks.
Today they were reviewing proper proceedure on how to inspect a male passenger with a hand held metal detector if he was wearing a kilt or religious garment of the skirt type.
One guy was wearing a plastic trash bag to simulate the skirt for testing purposes.
The other guys were teasing him of course.
A guy said: "How do you inspect the mans belt if it is covered by the kilt?"
The Training instructor said : "You say take off the skirt faggot".
Several guys laughed. I sat horrified.
Yeah. 1963 Wyoming isn't that far behind us is it?
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