when you're lined up on short final and realise that the strip has star pickets down the centreline, so you land to one side and then have to jump a washout. The station manager's own idea of indicating strip unserviceability.
when you have to make an emergency landing on an old disused station strip at the neighbours' station because the Boss is desperate for a slash...
when you shut down an engine on descent into home base, and give an PAN PAN, even though you've worked out it's only a gauge problem, just so you can get the bloody slack engineers to actually fix the things you put on the MR..
when you get the sack from an operator and reckon it's a positive career move..
when you reach across a passenger to tighten their seat belt for them and the buckle clanks on the bottle of bundy in their pants.
when you realise that the regulations have virtually no relevance to reality, and that regulators care more for paperwork than true safety,
and when you realise that you are responsible for your own safety, because noone else will care beyond their legal exposure to your actions.
Life's a bitch, then you fly?