Dear diary,
I pretty much got sick of arguing with gate agents who can't seem to decipher the acrynome CASS, and explaining to the occasional narcacistic f/o that the reciprical jumpseat agreement which states dispatchers actually allows dispatchers to jumpseat, to then not actually taking the jumpseat when my wife gets bumped from the flight at our connection with her non-rev ticket. So I said to hell with this rubbish, and went and picked up an overtime shift and bought positive space tickets to Vegas, and a week at the Grand, and wore shorts, and checked my bag instead of cramming a weeks worth of clothes into a carry-on, and acted like a dick to the TSA groppers, and had a few beers before my flight, and had a few beers on my flight, and enjoyed the hell out of my trip!