* * * * * Back on my balcony at the Sea View Hotel, sipping my wine, observing another SIA 747 continuing its approach to Changi in the soft evening light, I considered my situation with Singapore Airlines. Which, quite frankly, dear reader, my left testicle told me was none too secure. When SIA offered me the job, they indicated I’d have a three-year contract. Except after I arrived for ground school, they presented me with a two-year contract instead; informing me I would never upgrade to captain. This meant, dear reader, I was merely a “temporary hired gun,” who could be dropped by SIA anytime they fell on economic hard times, or felt they were paying me too much and could get ano...