31 March 2010

ANTS and things.

With the warmer weather, several hundred tiny asshole ants have found their way to the 3rd floor to invade my apartment... Which is special, because they appear to be coming out of the wall... not like in the door or through some obvious gaping hole.  They are materializing through the wall and making me disgusted.

Training is still sucking.  I got about 15 hours this month... Horrible.  :(

I went to Chicago in the middle of the month for a few days.  It was pretty enjoyable, except for the needle rain and getting lost on the bus.

Here are some pics from the past few weeks.

at a bus stop somewhere in Chicago

some penguins at Shedd Aquarium

John Hancock Center obscured by the needle rain

LOOK! My veins! (yes, I know I put my left hand on top of the right hand outline. YOU try taking a digital pic left handed! haha)

more pics to come!

01 March 2010

Frustrated.

I have now been at my facility 8 months. I am about one month shy of being off probation, and I cannot wait.  I am sick of walking on eggshells at work, trying not to swear, not to step on anyone's toes, not to sleep through alarms and be late to work (I've cut back from three alarms in the morning to just one).

In October, our Union negotiated a new contract (the Crimson Book), restoring pay to 2006 levels by 2012.  So our pay lags 6 years behind where it should be if it weren't for the White Book.  Not a huge deal, I'm happy to be making what I am (and will be) making.

What bothers me is that part of that contract included a part about developmentals bidding days off by seniority.  At my facility, they gang-hired people like crazy.  There are 21 developmentals and 30 FPLs. They brought 4 other people on board the same time as me. Therefore, there are 5 of us with the same seniority.  And naturally, we're all training on the same thing.   Before this new contract came out, we were all spread out on different days off. We never had to compete for training time, at least not like we do now.

Also, since we're lowest on the seniority totem pole, we all got moved to Tuesday/Wednesdays off.  Now, I don't really care what days off I have as long as I have at least 2 in a row, but T/W is the absolute WORST set of days off for training.  There's only enough traffic on Thursday/Friday nights to train on, and splitting an 8 hour shift up for 3-5 people to train results in about an hour of training.  Saturdays and Sundays my coworker and I have taken to cooking breakfast for everyone at work and also a good deal of movie-watching happens.  We work about 45 minutes, then get an hour or more off.  Today I had the last 2 hours of my shift off.   Mondays are pretty hit or miss as far as training goes.  Some Mondays are super busy, while others are as bad as weekend days.

I came from Sunday/Monday off, and I know most people are like "oh yeah, no wonder you're pissed, you don't have weekends off anymore".  Frankly, I could care less about that.  Sunday/Monday is the second best set of days off for training, there is always a lot of traffic, no matter what day it is. When I was on that set of days off, I led the facility in training hours, with about 50hrs/month of steady traffic.  (Last month I had about 20 hours of training on very light traffic.)  Not to mention, there was a much greater volume of traffic and other shit to deal with (helicopters, pipeline aircraft, VFRs, etc).  It was all around just a better opportunity.  We bid our schedules mid-December, effective January 1, 2010.  My trainer begged and pleaded for me to stay on Su/Mo off for only 2 more weeks to get me checked out by around mid-Jan.  Management would have none of that.

I was pretty set in my ways after logging 80 hours with the same trainer prior to Jan 1st, and to go to this new guy who trains me about an hour a week was a huge change, and now after having about 10-15 different trainers, I'm thoroughly confused! I know how I want to do things, but when you're in training, you have to please your trainer. If they want you to read the pilot the whole goddamn weather sequence along with their landing clearance, you better do it or else.  If they want me to say "Indy Tower, wind 030 at 12, runway 23 R, turn left heading 210, cleared for takeoff"  I better not say "Indy Tower, Runway 23R, wind 030 at 12, turn left heading 210, cleared for takeoff" or there will be hell to pay, a scathing training report, and I will be ratted out for not using THEIR phraseology.  Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

So here I am, still slaving away at training with a trainer who doesn't seem to like me a whole hell of a lot.  He calls me stupid, says I'm never gonna make it... Just doesn't have a whole lot of nice things to say about me in general.  He never wants to train, so I'm always stuck training with a different random person every day who invariably tells me to do shit that contradicts what the last person told me to do.  I try to hit gaps with one trainer and have a plane at 180 kts on a 4 mile final and they'll be like NO ITS TOO TIGHT!!! but the next day I will be training with someone else and have a plane at 180kts on 4 mile final again and I will remember my last trainer telling me NOT to do it, so I don't. Then that trainer will be like "you should've hit that gap".  arghhhhhhh.

So basically, I train with this guy about 2 hours a week, sometimes a little more.  I always fuck up some little thing and he immediately gets on my case about not being smart enough, how I'm gonna wash out, blah blah blah.  I don't know if he is being a dick, or if he's trying to motivate me.  Hint: telling me I'm gonna lose my job is not a good motivator.  Telling me "good job" when I do a good job instead of just acting indifferent towards me is a good motivator.

It's just really disheartening to me.  2 months ago my first trainer was all ready to check me out.  Now this guy seems ready to wash me out because sometimes I tell someone to turn left off the runway when I really mean right. Sometimes I tell someone "clear to land" when they're holding in position... I always catch my mistakes and correct them, though.  I am not unsafe.  I am not slow.  I don't even ask questions anymore (that's a BIG deal, I was always second guessing myself, and I stopped doing that).  I've even schooled him a few times on some things.  None of that is good enough.  I have to be PERFECT.

I just can't vomit out enough words into this little box to convey how frustrated/irritated/sad/disheartened/upset I am with this whole situation.  I am not a dumb person, I don't like being called dumb, and I don't like being held back from things that I know I can do. I know I won't ever be perfect, no one is, but I think I'm good enough to handle working on my own.

about my dog

here is a picture of my dog, Ken.
He is a basset hound.  He is cranky, lazy and full of dog rage. When I moved to OKC for training, he tried to bite my landlord the first night in my new apartment.
He barks at everyone and makes lip-smacking noises when I'm trying to sleep.  If I leave the bathroom door open when I go to work, he will shred any piece of paper, toilet paper tube, or qtip that he can get his mouth on.
One night I got home from work and he had eaten a Sharpie and left a giant black stain on the carpet that took me 6 hours of scrubbing to get out.
He also whines non stop, and sometimes buries his slobbery, soggy dog food under my pillows and blankets.  Getting a handful of cold, soggy, half chewed dog food when you're half asleep isn't pleasant.
He is a spectacular pain in the ass, but he is always there for me, always happy to see me when I get home. His silly face cheers me up when I'm in a shitty mood (unless he's making the lip-smacking noise).

08 January 2010

reason 297 why I'm glad I made this career change

I haven't posted anything in MONTHS cause I haven't had anything worth posting really.  Til today...
it was a shitty weather day here in Indy, so traffic was reaaaally slow. I was training on Local Control (clearing planes for takeoff and landing) and I had 2 planes taxiing out for departure, an Air Tran (callsign “Citrus”) in front of a US Airways regional jet (callsign “Brickyard”).  Air Tran was holding WAY short of the runway, and USAir had a release time.  It went a little something like this:

me: Citrus###, you ready to go?
pilot: uh… we’re… ummmm… we’re gonna need a couple minutes.  we have a passenger out of their seat… he’s… uhmmmmm… doin a number 2

I look at my trainer and we burst out laughing.  I’m pretty sure “doin a number 2” is not found anywhere in the 7110.65 or the AIM.  So I go back…

me: roger, hold short of the runway and advise when ready

couple minutes pass, I retell the story to everyone else in the tower who didn’t have the joy of hearing it… it’s getting close to the Brickyard’s release time so my trainer keys up

trainer: hey, citrus, maybe if you start moving, he’ll stop going!!

the pilot comes back and LOLs on the air and says something dumb, and another couple minutes pass while my coworkers and I make immature shit jokes. finally they call back

pilot: uhhh, hey tower, this is Citrus###, our passenger finally pinched it off, we’re ready for takeoff!


uhh, yes.  the pilot not only used the phrase “doin a number 2”, he topped it by saying “pinched it off”!!!  I always jokingly called Citrus “Shitrus”, cause I like to swear as much as possible, but today they really earned that nickname. probably the funniest thing that’s happened to me in my short career at the FAA.

22 October 2009

real post... maybe

so I have been training on Ground for about 2 weeks now.  it makes me want to die all over the place. I'm 26 years old and I still don't know my left from my right, my 14 from my 32, my ass from a hole in the ground... I didn't know twy D connected directly to the Signature ramp...

but my trainer says I'm doing fine!

I just don't feel like I am.

I think I need this shirt...


it'd be the perfect thing to wear to a briefing or a training team meeting.

classy AND professional!  haha

22 September 2009

bird strike

We had a bird strike at work yesterday. It was not the catastrophe the media paints it to be. The CRJ landed with no problem and life went on as usual. I was quite disappointed to not see it plastered all over CNN 10 minutes later.

I finished my Ground Control class today. YAY! I couldn't take another day of pushing tiny planes around a tiny airport diagram. Most people would love to play with planes all day, and it was fun the first few days, but after that I was over it.

I went to Eagle Creek the weekend before last. I got to see some Commanders. I'm obsessed with them!