Coming back to my earlier post, in the early days of my career I used to despair of balding old farts with their reading glasses on the ends of their noses bitching about pay, rosters, the company and the world in general, but I loved their humour.
Now my hair is going fast, reading glasses are essential and I have the same complaints. I only hope I can make the job as much fun for the young guys and girls I work with now as the old farts did when I was a youngster and they were guiding me between the bear traps, enlisting my aid in smuggling a goose into a hostie's room, teaching me how to fill in my allowances, persuading the entire CC of a KLM flight into dancing in a hotel fountain and turning out all the lights so I could experience the wonders of the Aurora Borealis for the first time, and giving me a nudge so I could enjoy sunrise over the Atlas Mountains.
They all used to tell me I'd be like them one day, I hope I am.