Bad Influence

I don't think it is a huge secret that my husband loves me to death (why, I do not know. I certainly don't deserve it) and is also my biggest fan. I really thought my dad was joking when he said (during our dance at my wedding) that he needed to step aside now and let my husband be my biggest fan, but he was right. My husband supports me in whatever I do, be it signing up for CSA that specializes in fancy tomatoes (he doesn't eat tomatoes. He is from PA. This makes sense) or supporting me through my current educational endeavor.

The past weekend was an excellent example of his love and support. I was running a half marathon in Ocean City and he went with me, went to bed early with me, and then got up at 0530 to cheer me on in the cold for April temperatures. Of course, there is the minor matter of him also cheering me on in my other hobby....shopping.

See, the packet and t-shirt pickup was at the OC outlets. Which aren't great, as outlets go, but down here we've got a Kohl's, an Old Navy, a Marshall's, a Ross, a JCPenney, and a Belk. And that is it for about an hour. So, he indulged me. By indulged me, I mean that every time I saw something I liked in a window, he encouraged me to go in and try it on.

So now, I have a bright yellow trench coat. I think it is going to match the flight suit really well.

Swiss Cheese

Today I got off the plane and realized that here, here was where the board won't be lining up the holes in the swiss cheese diagram of the mishap. Here is where no one can call into question the decision to do on the flight, to practice non-standard CRM, to have a rushed brief, to enter a crowded airspace, to not confirm cards, to attempt to violate SOP. I never want to spend another hour in an airplane wishing I were back on the ground, never flying with the other again. Obviously it is now on me (and the other) to make sure it doesn't happen again. Some issues were acknowledged, some weren't...but mostly I don't want to end up a single spaced text file explaining all the stupid decisions on the part of the crew.

Leadership lesson relearned: if it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, you should probably tell the other...and then tell someone who can actually do something about it.