30 years ago, I made a horrible vocational error and actively joined the airline industry. Then I got hired by PA and thought I had a job for life! BIG MISTAKE. This industry allowed me to see the world, meet some great people (and some scumbags too), meet my first wife (and lose her as well), taste the sweet taste of success, the bitterness of bankruptcy and enjoy a wealth of memories (good and bad) from that journey.
Truthfully though, I wouldn't trade this ride for anything else. I had a "real job" once and hated every minute of it. Like my signature line says, I want to arrive at the great end, bruised, beat up and smoking saying, 'That ride was a fu*king HOOT! Can I go again?'.
I came back to the airline industry, got jet-blasted by a 727 on my second day, breathed in the smell of burnt kerosene and knew immediately I WAS HOME AGAIN!
Freight Dogs Anonymous - O.O.T.S.K.
DAMN! This SUCKS! I just had to go to the next higher age bracket in my profile! :-(