Work Daze #36

 Dear Dyadya,

I can't even begin to imagine the ratshit you and dad are going through, and seemingly regularly. To build something cracker and have a bunch of bung smegheads, in a fit of ennui, destroy it all. And again. And, yet again. I wish there were something I could do. Gabi thinks you should bowl around our place for a while, hang out with us, Lumi is always keen as to bounce on your knee, especially while holding onto your beard. Forget all that bung stuff for a while, just chill with family. Cook up a few snags, drink some beer, talk Nanite tech with Dr. Beene. Bring dad, too, he needs a break.

The relief foundation's been a cracker idea, and we've heard back from a few grateful pilots, but we've noticed a decrease in the numbers. Less pilots graduating and on the yakka in Ventures, less ratbags carking miners, or just less pilots overall? We had been filtering out cyno Ventures, and ones in organized corps, but it just seems like less newer pilots all around. I know you were thinking about including smaller haulers in the relief efforts. Might want to expand now, or your donation is just going to gather dust until we hit the Big Blueshift.

As for me, I'm gutted about your situation up there; and we see it all over, and are powerless to change the bloody mare that is the galaxy. Hard out, I'd be keen as to join up with any fleet headed for those bastards, give them a taste of their own ratshit. I know, that's not your way, and Gabi keeps reminding me that's not what we're about. Still hard to sit by and let it go on.

 Maybe we should buy a little farm on Fiji, get a sheep and a cow, and breed horses. The prices there are unbelievable.

Yours,

Wai