As I suspected. Evade the answer to the question by replying with the "process," not the "method."
Foiled! I guess I have to get up pretty early to pull one over on ol' busdriver. And to think I lettered in forensics just a few short years ago. For a moment I'll fool myself that you might actually care and try to elaborate on the method in which my work group was integrated. Ready? Here goes:
It wasn't. And isn't. Fleet service (as my colleague cltrat has previously demonstrated in this thread) consists of two rabid felines bound at the tail. This is only slightly better than two rabid felines stalking aimlessly until one gets shot and the other sees his end in an unfortunate mishap with a garbage disposal.
We'll never be as chum chum as the people were in the old Coca Cola commercials, and obviously, certainly, neither will any of you. If you ever feel so inclined you might want to navigate your bus over to the AA forums, where AA-TWA flamewars still erupt from time to time.
As far as our concern for protecting your job, we've done that in spades in previous give backs. Now, it's time to look out for Number One. You're along for the ride; sorry about that, but it is what it is. Get over it or quit.
And you know what? I appreciate the sacrifices that the pilots have made, and the sacrifices that everyone has had to make, even if they were involuntary. I know that none of you like being in this ordeal and that it must be psychologically exhausting to have to do the work you do with a bad bad monkey like this on your back all the while. One thing I think the media and general public consistently miss is the amount of work you have put into your careers; for some the depth of this investment reaches into the very soul. I can only imagine as most of my professional life lies ahead of me.
Brother, I'm beyond "over it". Getting sass and indignation from the flight deck is part of my job description; it ain't a thing. I see a lot of people here entrenched in their own mindsets, sacrificing flexibility and the willingness to compromise with each sandbag they place around them and each post they make.
I'm just here to spread some cheer and bang the tambourine; I don't have much regard for filings or injunctions or press releases or stickers on jetways, and I certainly don't have much regard for lawyers. I'm just a fool that's in love with the simple elegance of his job.
This much I do know: the years of spiritual grime a good lot of you are accumulating from this atmosphere of distrust of hatred will not quickly be washed away by any judge's decree. How many more years of agony, and for what? The chance for any kind of closure is long gone; the damage is done. Your victories will taste as ash in your mouth, your efforts will dissipate into the air as you look around and see that your personal empire has crumbled to nothing but smoldering carrion and cinder. Beware! Beware! Woe betide ye that doth fail to humble thyself!
The leprous rat has seen into your soul and the future beyond, and as he scurries into the darkness beneath where his kind hide the thunderheads gather on all horizons and the air ripples with thunder; far below only the faintest squeaks: "
Save yourselves! Save yourselves..."
How's that for some method?