We came in to work today (Saturday), very unhappily. The aircraft are looking all right, so the only reason we were here was to make it possible to fly a few more training missions before the boat. Those missions are likely to break some aircraft though. We think the whole thing is a bad idea.

So the morning maintenance meeting was grim. The atmosphere was like a wake without any booze. The best mood present was "gloomy", while the spectrum ran down to "near-suicidal".

Then the officers all started coming in with donuts, and Stockholm Syndrom kicked in, and I got productive. We still didn't need to be there, but at least I got a big pile of paperwork done.

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