RosterBuster 2025-09-28T14:29:13Z
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Rain lashed against the Boeing's cockpit window at Heathrow when the notification buzzed – not the airline's glacial email system, but RosterBuster's visceral pulse against my thigh. Fourteen hours before takeoff, and suddenly Sofia's violin solo clashed with a reassigned Lagos turnaround. My fingers froze mid-preflight check. Last year, I'd have missed it – buried in Excel tabs and crew-scheduling voicemails – but now the app's conflict alert blazed crimson like a cockpit warning light. That an
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That final straw snapped at 3 AM in a Munich crew lounge. My cracked phone screen showed three conflicting duty sheets – one emailed, one texted, another scribbled on hotel stationery. I'd just flown 14 hours through turbulence that rattled molars, only to realize I'd double-booked myself for my nephew's baptism. The acidic taste of airport coffee mixed with something sharper: the realization that this nomadic existence was stealing my humanity one missed milestone at a time.