I am a Sad Bastard

So here is the story. The other day I arrived at work and a small group of co-workers were huddled up in the parking lot standing in the wind. I was quickly informed there was a "big plane" about to take off, and that it would be worth watching. You see in Wellington, big planes taking off is exciting, not only because its a small town and entertainment is hard to find, but the runway in Wellington is notoriously short and the winds are notoriously strong, so a big plane managing the runway IS actually very exciting. So we hunkered behind a van that someone had there to block the wind and waited. Shortly other people, not from Weta, began to arrive, apparently having spotted us on the hill where our parking lot is located (which is also conveniently just across the street from the airport runway). These few people were "Plane Spotters". One guy, who had brought his entire family, was so excited to see so many other "Plane Spotters" that he couldn't resist making himself feel less pathetic by proving that there were more people like him in the world, so he filmed us. We all felt bad, because we weren't plane spotters, we were just trying to delay the inevitable work day, so we just played along. But long story short, I just received the email at work that he published his video on Youtube. So without further adieu, here I am in all my glory. If you can't spot me, I'm in the brown hoody and white hat. You can hear me talking to my friend as the plane begins to roll down the runway: "Oh look at that." "Building up a nice head of steam" and "How nervous is the pilot right now?"
Sad Bastard