And I Sit At a Desk by a Computer...

We got new neighbors today - two doors down. Yes, in the drug house, if you recall that incident (still wish those pictures had come out). I haven't talked to them, but my next-door neighbor did. They look promising, though they are still renting. A couple, with an 18-month old and another on the way in June.

So my neighbor goes on to tell me that the guy is a corporate pilot, for NetJets. And he doesn't even fly out of DSM that much. So basically, he gets assigned a job, they send him a ticket to wherever he is flying from, he goes there, pilots a plane to the destination and back, and then comes back home. And as the title says, I sit in front of a computer at a desk.

It's not that life is unfair, because at some point most of us had a world of opportunities. I like my job and all the trappings of suburbia it affords. But man, does that sound cool or what?