Well, two days ago, I got another phone call. Unfortunately it was not about my relocation. I was just given a quick assignment where in the very same day, I was to airline to Fort Lauderdale, meet with my captain who was coming from Tulsa, transfert to the other airport – Lauderdale executive, check the freshly painted airplane, fly it to Dallas and finally airline back on that evening, to western New York. Sounds like a busy but efficient plan… at least in theory. As we all know, in this business nothing ever unfold the way you are hoping. The more variable, the higher the risk and nothing really worked out as planned. Regardless, we got it done. First my captain’s flight was delayed by a couple of hours, and as I was wandering in the terminal waiting for him, I could see our available duty time ticking away and seriously reducing the possibility to be home tonight. We eventually made it to the paint shop, only to find our Brasilia still covered with protective paper and tape all over it. The crew seemed to be trying to expedite the process and get us on our way, and judging by the manager telling us every five minutes that they are almost done, they were probably feeling quite pressured. As the sun started to set above the palm trees and beaches of south Florida, there were no more hopes of going anywhere for the rest of the day so we checked in at a local hotel and settle down for the night, On day 2, we made it to the airport where our clean and shiny aircraft was waiting for us inside a hangar because it was raining. After another lengthy delay, we got airborne and after a four hour block time in a cold airplane because of a malfunctioning heating system, I landed for my first time at Dallas Fort Worth International Airport and let me tell you, that taxing there is a real headache. By the end of the day, we were both finally on our way home where I am to remain until my company decides they have a use for an extra pilot. I am sure they would rather that then paying me full time for only working two days a week. Perhaps I could just get a job painting airplanes and ferrying them back to customers. After flying dirty freight airplanes for a while, I sure did not mind flying one that was looking brand new.