The equipment was poorly maintained AND OLDER THAN I WAS and the de-ice/anti ice was an aftermarket add on with a heated windshield gizmo the size of an iPad to see through to land - at night - at uncontrolled airports, while the props were slinging ice against the fuselage and the pneumatic bladders on the wings were cycling as fast as they could and you knew damn well that if you lost an engine the only thing you could depend on the remaining engine to do was to get you to the scene of the crash.

Yeah, I think about those days when I'm running on the treadmill in the company paid for hotel gym before getting my mandatory rest time in a warm comfortable bed.

Do I want to get through the regional's and move on? Oh HELL yeah. But "suck"? Well, I guess I've done a lot of suckier things.