"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.
James sat on his side of the cockpit, warmed by the sun like a cat on a windowsill at thirty-eight thousand feet. Southwest-bound over Nebraska. Likewise, his captain enjoyed the same contentedness of a smooth and sunny day on his side of the cockpit. Conversation flowed out of the left seat with thoughts and personal wisdom espoused about everything that came to mind; all delivered with authority from the drawling side of his mouth while the other side pocketed a lump of tobacco. Wintergreen, one of the least offensive odors. A considerate captain.
James nodded and accepted the conversation points, political and otherwise, regardless of his occasional inputs and the disagreements within his head. An agreeable atmosphere meant an agreeable workspace for the next few days with this man, separated by at least a foot of radio knobs and thrust levers. Solid antagonism, no matter how richly deserved, would do nothing to help; yet James found complete agreement impossible. Balance, he thought, had to be the way; eight years would pass before he would ever be a captain. Fresh snow had graced the Rocky Mountain’s Front Range below. A few quiet minutes followed while they passed over at five-hundred miles per hour.
No spit cup. That chaw went in hours ago, and nothing but knowledge came out. Truth, justice, and the American way became in-flight meals that James had no choice but to swallow. The captain learned in his previous spy-plane career, to do the same with tobacco juice. Yes, it was possibly against regulation but what else could he have done in a locked-up pressure cell for ten hours at a time? James thought, over Moab drifting by, he would have to take what he hears from whoever he flys with if that’s what office balance demands; swallowing it regardless how his gut burns.
(Feb. 18th, 2017) Things change when moving into a junior position. The new guy, or the lower position employee, just has to take some things to keep the job moving smoothly. Gotta get along. It’s not just with a basic job, some have to live with it for a long time in a good career too. So don’t worry about getting ahead to end some things we don’t like, because it may be there as well.