As I'm racing down Skyline Boulevard, I see hanggliders and paragliders high above West Lake. I'm already late for my evening shift at Fort Funston. I hope I hit the stop lights right to get an extra 3 minutes of airtime this evening.
I'd hate for The Boss to be upset with me.
He doesn't like it when I'm late.
I continue driving and notice the ocean has a perfect orange peel texture to it - clear to the horizon. The air is smooth with plenty of lift - I can tell. I step on the gas as the light turns yellow behind me. One more stop light and I'm there.
The Boss is waiting.
You see, I work the evening shift at Fort Funston, and I take my job very seriously.
I get lucky and find a parking spot right up front...more time saved. The Boss is smiling. You'll have to accept a nod as hello for now...I'm running late. I don't like to keep The Boss waiting. I hope you understand. Besides, we can talk later.
We always do...
It's time to stuff battens into my glider...leave me alone.
The Boss tells me it's been good the whole day. I continue to stuff battens into my glider. The Boss approves...can't be in that big a rush, though. The Boss tells me to do a thorough pre-flight. I know this, but simply smile and get to work. I then hook in and walk out to launch. The Boss is walking along side me, hands clasped behind his back, checking out my glider and smiling. I start my long-stride run toward the cliff edge, and in no time, I'm on the clock. I made it with a minute to spare. Catching the tail end of that yellow light really paid off.
My evening shift has begun with plenty of sunlight left, too.
The Boss nods with approval and gives me a thumbs up. I'm on my way.
The Boss tells me to join all the others who were able to show up for work this evening. So, I head on down to West Lake in the super buoyant air. Is this a shear? It feels like it, but I never really noticed any significant line on the ocean. Maybe this will be a nice mellow shear...my favorite. The evening shift is going to deliver something different tonight - I have a feeling.
I continue to climb effortlessly. Sure enough, The Boss ordered a nice mellow shear for us to play in - one of the perks that comes with working the evening shift once in a while. The Boss knew this, but didn't tell me. I join the rest of my co-workers.
I love this job.
I hope The Boss doesn't mind if I work late this evening.