Penny wise, pound foolish. When I have a choice, I always take off at MGTOW because there's fuel dripping out of every crack. Having some harried desk jockey bitching at me for extra go-juice is NOT the 121 experience I'm looking forward to. I'm fortunate enough to have a boss who doesn't question my decisions vis a vis airworthiness, fuel load, alternates, etc. What's funny is that on more than one occasion this "lack of oversight" has resulted in the work arriving where it's supposed to be as rapidly as possible when if I'd been micromanaged and second guessed, it would have wound up in Uhoh Township, Rural Iowa. To paraphrase The Right Stuff "let dispatch file the flight plan and let the pilots fly the airplanes".