Row Well and Live, Biotch
My transition to civilian life hasn't been particularly smooth. Lately I've felt a great deal of apathy, stemming from my general distaste of my new neighbors here in Mobile, and the feeling that coming back here was a mistake. If not for the full ride I have at school here, I would be the hell out of here and back to Fort Worth in a heartbeat.
Long story short, in January I will begin training for an FAA Airframes and Powerplants license, in an associate's-level course that leads to one being certified to work on aircraft engines, structures, and pretty much everything in between. I am done working in offices, thank God.
For the next few months at least, I will be working a few short blocks from the school, but my new pay is abysmally low and I am thanking my lucky stars that I will be able to live off my GI bill while attending school on a state-funded full-ride. Once it kicks in, my combined income from the MGIB and my lineman job at the Downtown Air Center (fueling, taxiing, towing planes, minor general aviation scut work at wages a hair above the poverty line) will be just about what I was making as a Sergeant. I'll be fine, albeit tired from 14-16 hour work and class days.