I am enjoying my week off and finally can relax. This schedule is definitely grueling. Working every day, or should I say every night for three weeks straight is to say the least tiring. It is obvious that we deserve our time off on the fourth week. Anyway, because of the regulations of PART 135 that limits our flight time to 120 hours every calendar month and the fact that we log more than 25 hours per seven days on our runs, we need to make sure that we stay within the maximum allowed. Unfortunately my time home quickly got interrupted by an unexpected phone call by my assistant chief pilot. Within a few minutes he let me know that DHL is cancelling our Bradley run that we operate on the Brasilia, meaning that we don’t have the immediate need for one of the two first officers that the Cincinnati base has. In theory, because I have seniority, I would be the one to stay, but they decided, in a somewhat arbitrary manner, that since I don’t have a family per say with wife and kids, that it would be easier for me to pack my stuff again and move across the country. It came as quite a shock. But, it seems like my options are pretty limited. And because I am a decent guy, I agreed on the principle. For now, I have no idea where they want to relocate me, which is actually the hardest part. I like things set in stone, and kind of thought that when I was approached with the situation, I would have been given at least more information, if not a final destination. As it stands, as I am writing theses words, I could either end up in San Francisco or somewhere in Texas. I guess I should just view this as another adventure.