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Here's where the fun begins, as han solo would say, NOT Anakin Skywalker...

ugh, today hopefully I'll pass this stupid airport assesment. I did it before so there will be no surprises. Must be honest, and cool, because TSA people aren't that bad really. They love their job and wouldn't be averse to having someone else join them in val hala or whatever.

Thinking about how work will be at this new airport.

From the looks of it, it's pretty slow.... not much action. I can imagine so because this is fucking Alabama. It's not a big money state. Pretty plain jane po-dunk backwater place.

This could be great because I'll do my job, then go home, and not even feel tired. I mean, working at LGA, you are busy. People on top of people because it's NEW YORK. The industrial center of the world, big business deals being made, people coming to see the city, and that's great. I have nothing against tourists coming to new york and seeing the amazing city as it is. I've lived here all my life and it still is a hell of a town... but fuck it's just insane to work at the airport where you just get bombarded by people coming here, and leaving every day.

What's so fucking great about Alabama? Nothing that I can see. There's no disney here. That's the real problem is if there's something to attract people... then the airport is going to be fucked. but there's nothing here... this place is completely BORING. I may have discovered the best EVER place to work. We'll see. I kinda want to take a brake in life now... I've beeen working hard as fuck for all these years. It'd be nice to get a job, not kill myself, and just accomplish my goals nice and low key under the radar.

Look at how my life has turned out. Got motherfuckers in the military and all this shit watching my ass, how the hell does one little nerdy urkel black kid end up having the entire fucking world on his shoulders... That's just not making any sense.

I'm a little ant in a big world, and that's fine with me... Goddamn...