I miss my old job…

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Two weeks ago, I was flying from San Francisco to Newark to do an in-house training with a drug company sales force.  I was comfortably settled into my seat in first class (all those frequent flyer miles = upgrades), about to start eating the [not-too-bad] chicken dinner, when the call came out over the intercom asking if a physician was on board.