Thinking. Possibilities?

Got an email at work today. It was from a guy I worked with at Herzog on the ballast trains. The are fully staffed but he would keep it in mind and be in touch.
A few weeks ago, my Production Supervisor, pulled a faux pas of sorts in his manners and bearing. Or more specifically lack of both. One hitch wonder that has 25 years of civil service now. No leadership skills, whatsoever, none, nada.
I sent my old friend a note then. I said that the civil service was a let down and not what it is cracked up to be. And if there was a chance, I would go back out on the ballast trains. And I finished with the phrase, Dead Serious. Hmmmmm? Possibilities. Changes other than having my name on a jet. I am not overly impressed with where I work. It does pay the bills and launching and recovering airplanes is fun for the most part. But the railroad in the blood is hard to get rid of. I miss it. Seriously.
Some would say that at my age, I should be happy where I am. The road kept me alive.
The crew chief thing is a good gig, for the most part. I do have to do things that I have no background in. Such as engines, liquid breathing oxygen and the like. And I am not able to do things I know how to do due to the organizational structure of the Air Force.
I am an airframes system mechanic. Hydraulics and Pneumatics being the primary background. The job was advertised as a pneudraulics mechanic. Not even close when I got here.
So, the proverbial horns of a dilemma.
And I am not getting any younger, either.