These words were spoken to me today in what was supposed to be some form of compensation for the fact that I've had two more precious days stolen from my family. We already gave them one extra godammit when I was informed quite simply that there are no flights out of the country on the day that I wished to leave.
Having sacrificed already 8 days of my husbands 13 1/2 day leave now I give up two more - the reason? Someone more important than me needed my seat on the plane from the own where I am in Africa to the big one I need to get to to get out of the continent. I can't even complain about it because the gent who required my seat was flying home to be with his sick wife. My morals wouldn't stretch that far.
So now I will have a paltry 3 1/2 days with hubby before HE has to return to work, and because I chose to do this I have to accept that 'Ah well - that's the offshore life.....' Apart from the military is there really any other industry where you just have to grin and bear it and feel as though it's a given part of the job?
I suppose I'll just have to re-set my countdown to home clock. That'll be 25 days since we've seen each other - I think that could possibly be a new record. Not one I'll be rushing out to break any time soon
BFS - I miss you. Get that bottom step warmed up for my return xxx
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