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#33
Gets Weekends Off
Joined APC: Oct 2006
Posts: 945
Not sure what's offensive, just commenting on the run of bad luck and what's going on at FDX as a result.
From dictionary.com:
juju \JOO-joo\, noun:
1. An object superstitiously believed to embody magical powers.
2. The power associated with juju.
Juju is of West African origin, akin to Hausa djudju, fetish, evil spirit.
Wasn't calling anyone a SCAB, either. Perhaps I should have said, "Don't mean to pour salt in the wound" as opposed to "pick at the scab..." in my comments.
Never swore, didn't talk bad about anybody's mom. Not sure what could have caused offense.
Last edited by Mink; 12-02-2006 at 09:09 PM. Reason: clarification
#34
how bout you just hold your breath...period....u obviously like bashing the fdx pilots...worry about yourself and leave us out of your stupid posts....i guess you couldn't get an interview!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#35
Last edited by roughair; 12-03-2006 at 08:00 AM. Reason: negative thought....
#36
Gets Weekends Off
Joined APC: Sep 2006
Position: Retired
Posts: 3,717
Basically, I agree with you. There are two issues here: the first is that we do need to learn from any and all accidents/incidents that we (FedEx) have, as well as those of other carriers; and secondly, most guys understand that "but for the grace of god go I (and my airline)" and refrain from posting stupid/bashing/monday-morning-quarterbacking posts about FedEx. Most are very envious, and rightly so. Anyway, maybe the following will take everyone's mind off of this rash of bad luck.
My Life Is So Deep
I gaze at the brilliant full moon. The same one, I think to myself, at which Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato gazed. Suddenly, I imagine they appear beside me.
I tell Socrates about the national debate over one's right to die and wonder at the constancy of the human condition.
I tell Plato that I live in the country that has come closest to Utopia and I show him a copy of the Constitution.
I tell Aristotle that we have found many more than four basic elements and I show him a periodic table.
Then I get a box of kitchen matches and strike one.
They gasp with wonder.
We spend the rest of the night lighting farts.
#37
Mark,
My Life Is So Deep
I gaze at the brilliant full moon. The same one, I think to myself, at which Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato gazed. Suddenly, I imagine they appear beside me.
I tell Socrates about the national debate over one's right to die and wonder at the constancy of the human condition.
I tell Plato that I live in the country that has come closest to Utopia and I show him a copy of the Constitution.
I tell Aristotle that we have found many more than four basic elements and I show him a periodic table.
Then I get a box of kitchen matches and strike one.
They gasp with wonder.
We spend the rest of the night lighting farts.
My Life Is So Deep
I gaze at the brilliant full moon. The same one, I think to myself, at which Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato gazed. Suddenly, I imagine they appear beside me.
I tell Socrates about the national debate over one's right to die and wonder at the constancy of the human condition.
I tell Plato that I live in the country that has come closest to Utopia and I show him a copy of the Constitution.
I tell Aristotle that we have found many more than four basic elements and I show him a periodic table.
Then I get a box of kitchen matches and strike one.
They gasp with wonder.
We spend the rest of the night lighting farts.
#38
Mark,
My Life Is So Deep
I gaze at the brilliant full moon. The same one, I think to myself, at which Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato gazed. Suddenly, I imagine they appear beside me.
I tell Socrates about the national debate over one's right to die and wonder at the constancy of the human condition.
I tell Plato that I live in the country that has come closest to Utopia and I show him a copy of the Constitution.
I tell Aristotle that we have found many more than four basic elements and I show him a periodic table.
Then I get a box of kitchen matches and strike one.
They gasp with wonder.
We spend the rest of the night lighting farts.
My Life Is So Deep
I gaze at the brilliant full moon. The same one, I think to myself, at which Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato gazed. Suddenly, I imagine they appear beside me.
I tell Socrates about the national debate over one's right to die and wonder at the constancy of the human condition.
I tell Plato that I live in the country that has come closest to Utopia and I show him a copy of the Constitution.
I tell Aristotle that we have found many more than four basic elements and I show him a periodic table.
Then I get a box of kitchen matches and strike one.
They gasp with wonder.
We spend the rest of the night lighting farts.
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