My last day as a controller was pre-planned, only the head of personnel and I knew it. Came in early and yakked at airplanes for an hour or so then got a break. Coffee time, and oh yeah, need to sign the papers for retirement.

Back to the coffee shop. About 30 minutes later my supervisor paged me and I ignored it. My peers were puzzled so I let them in on the play. I'd had two super's in my years that were buttheads and my last one was a 5 star dick. I let him page me another half dozen times, his frustration becoming more obvious each time.

Finally got off my butt and strolled into the radar room and as soon as he saw me he vented with great energy. I tossed my ID badge on the desk in front of him and said "I don't work here anymore."

Waved farewell to the gang working the traffic and as I walked away they gave me a standing ovation.



I am..........disturbed.

Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain