Fix't for flight
Pulling the wrenches, breaking the bolts, sweating in the summer, freezing, while working through the rain and the snow. Complaining to the boss even though I tell everyone this is THE dream job. Cleaning all the grease and grim off my hands every night, and going to sleep with the smell of jet fuel lingering in my nose. All is worth it in the end getting the plane fix't for flight.
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