Meanwhile... back on the thread topic...
You could always try waiting until you are as far away downroute as possible, armed with a fistful of ID90's slope off back to the airport and jump on the first flight to normality, leaving your "allowances" behind for your now "ex-cell mate" along with a small note starting with "Dear F/O..." or "Dear Captain...".
All the while your former uniform, hanging all alone in the hotel bedroom wardrobe, pockets bulging with raw bacon, porn, empty minature spirit bottles, a pocket sized version of the Gideons Bible and reeking of liberally sprinkled alcohol.
It may not get you a good reference but it will give the rest of us something to talk about.
Only kidding!!! But seriously folks who's is the 4 stripe jacket on the comfy chairs outside the FMA's offices? It's lay there for weeks now.
