Odd job

Sometimes I have these random surreal moments at work.

It usually happens when I realize that something just 7 or 8 years ago would be seen as odd or completely out of left field is completely normal for me now.

Sitting here in the cold, locked foyer of Atlantic Aviation in Farmington I had one of these thoughts.

Here I am, at 0100, in the rain,not knowing when I'll get home, getting ready to take some patient somewhere.

Our first flight tonight was easy enough, pick up a patient in Farmington, drop them in Albuquerque. After the drop off, we (my crew and I) ate at Frontier. It was my first time there, and I don't really know how to describe it, except as maybe...ecclectic?

We can't get back into our point of origin, Kayena, as the weather moved in just after we left. I literally have no idea when I will get back to K-Town.

Since we were already weathered out, dispatch gave us another flight: back to Farmington, then on to Las Cruces.

And now here I am, sitting on a cold floor, in the middle of the night, at a closed FBO. I don't know when ill be back to the crew quarters, where I'll spend the night (well day I guess, since I'm working nights this week), what state my next meal will be in, or where I'll even be once the sun saturates the darkness with light.

And this is what has come to pass as normal. Or at least not be seen as abnormal.