Ahh, me is happy! Me had a kick-ass day yesterday, and tomorrow... PARTY! YAY!
Okay, so to start of the kick-assedness, yesterday was yet another confirmation of how rediculously awesome my job and all the people I work with are. For three straight hours, the whole lot of us were in stiches pitching jokes, puns, quips, and any other synonym you can think of, back and forth, getting more and more risque, and less and less PC. Couldn't have been cooler.
Then, all of a sudden, BAM!! It's busy... with very little warning, and no justification whatsoever, we were up to our earlobes is planes moving about. It was great!!! For about 2 hours, I didn't have the opportunity to stop talking to planes for more that a couple minutes at a stretch.
And what's more, I got a justified opportunity to be a sarcastic prick to one of the pilots!! YAY!
K, here's the deal. And the end of their flights, the Hawks (our jets) have to run their engine up to almost full power just before they park. This helps to clean the engine out or something... I dunno, it's a tech thing. Okay, so to do this, they have to taxi to the side of the ramp, do their run-up, and then taxi to park. Now, what with it being so retardedly busy (I shit you not, I had control of 14 planes at this time), I taxiied this one jet to the run-up area and was very careful not to give him any further instruction at that point. I wanted him to stay there until further notice, just so that I could be certain of where he was until I had the opportunity to park him.
So, I shift my attention to some of the other planes (who are all starting to sound like that little kid, pulling on your pant-leg... "Dad? Dad. DAD-DAD-DAD-DAD!!!"), relatively secure in the knowledge that this jet can't get himself into trouble, since he's not authorized to leave his little run-up area. Well, in the midst of my scanning the airfield, just to make sure that all is as it should be, I see this friggin Hawk halfway across the ramp, going to park... without having spoken to me at all!!! GRR!
In an effort to make him aware that I don't have my head up my ass, and I have just caught him being a dick-wad, I politely key the radio and give him his take-off and landing times. I think I must have queued something in his mind 'cause his response was, "...uh... thanks... would you like us to call you before we leave the run-up area?"
Now, you have to understand that everybody on the airfield is listening to this same frequency in case I need to get a hold of them, and they're all hearing this. And there's still about 14 aircraft moving about on my frequency...
So I tells him, "That'd be nice, sir, Thank you."
The very next pilot that called for taxi instructions was giggling as he was giving me his info.
I got to make a pilot look like an ass in front of his collegues!
Okay, okay, and that's not even the best part of the day! So now I'm off work, and I'm feeling a little pressed for time, because I have to prep my dress-uniform for a mess dinner that night (formal dinner with wine, guest speaker, the whole works). And I have to run into town to find myself a decent bow-tie... the one I have is ugly as sin. So, I'm thinking, as I'm driving into town, that I might as well swing by the tattoo parlour and see what this guy's whipped up for my tattoo... DAMN! If I was excited to get it last week, now I'm just about ripping my hair out in anticipation. This guy managed to draw something that I would never have considered, and it looks fantabulous! I can't friggin wait! (And no, I'm still not gonna tell ya what it is yet!
)
So I'm all hopped up on adrenaline now, thinking about this tattoo as I'm wandering about Sears looking for a bow-tie (never thought I'd have my mind on tattoos while looking at bow-ties). I got my bow-tie ($10! Yay, me!), got my coffee and headed home.
Now I have to get ready for this stupid mess-dinner. Now, these things are always a hassle...You have to get all dolled up in your monkey-suit (though, I must say, those uniforms can make almost anybody look HAWT!), you're going to a formal dinner with not only your bosses, but most of the bosses from all the sections around the entire base, and you have to be on your 'best behaviour' (sometimes I'm almost surprised there isn't a mother standing at the door saying, "Aw, come here! Look at you, you got schmutz on your cheek!"). However, hassle that they are, once you get there, everybody has a good time (might as well, can't get out of it by that point). The food is always good, the company, and conversation is generally good. And there's always a pretty lady there, waiting to fill up that recently emptied glass of wine.
I actually had a decent time. I enjoyed myself. And besides, I got to probe some of the inner workings of the section. At the end of the night I was chatting with one of the guys that has the opportunity to sit in on the supervisor's meeting on a fairly regular basis, and most of out conversations were ended with, "But you don't know any of this, right?"
"Don't know any of what??"
"Very good."
Yay, me!
Okay, so to start of the kick-assedness, yesterday was yet another confirmation of how rediculously awesome my job and all the people I work with are. For three straight hours, the whole lot of us were in stiches pitching jokes, puns, quips, and any other synonym you can think of, back and forth, getting more and more risque, and less and less PC. Couldn't have been cooler.
Then, all of a sudden, BAM!! It's busy... with very little warning, and no justification whatsoever, we were up to our earlobes is planes moving about. It was great!!! For about 2 hours, I didn't have the opportunity to stop talking to planes for more that a couple minutes at a stretch.
And what's more, I got a justified opportunity to be a sarcastic prick to one of the pilots!! YAY!
K, here's the deal. And the end of their flights, the Hawks (our jets) have to run their engine up to almost full power just before they park. This helps to clean the engine out or something... I dunno, it's a tech thing. Okay, so to do this, they have to taxi to the side of the ramp, do their run-up, and then taxi to park. Now, what with it being so retardedly busy (I shit you not, I had control of 14 planes at this time), I taxiied this one jet to the run-up area and was very careful not to give him any further instruction at that point. I wanted him to stay there until further notice, just so that I could be certain of where he was until I had the opportunity to park him.
So, I shift my attention to some of the other planes (who are all starting to sound like that little kid, pulling on your pant-leg... "Dad? Dad. DAD-DAD-DAD-DAD!!!"), relatively secure in the knowledge that this jet can't get himself into trouble, since he's not authorized to leave his little run-up area. Well, in the midst of my scanning the airfield, just to make sure that all is as it should be, I see this friggin Hawk halfway across the ramp, going to park... without having spoken to me at all!!! GRR!
In an effort to make him aware that I don't have my head up my ass, and I have just caught him being a dick-wad, I politely key the radio and give him his take-off and landing times. I think I must have queued something in his mind 'cause his response was, "...uh... thanks... would you like us to call you before we leave the run-up area?"
Now, you have to understand that everybody on the airfield is listening to this same frequency in case I need to get a hold of them, and they're all hearing this. And there's still about 14 aircraft moving about on my frequency...
So I tells him, "That'd be nice, sir, Thank you."
The very next pilot that called for taxi instructions was giggling as he was giving me his info.
I got to make a pilot look like an ass in front of his collegues!
Okay, okay, and that's not even the best part of the day! So now I'm off work, and I'm feeling a little pressed for time, because I have to prep my dress-uniform for a mess dinner that night (formal dinner with wine, guest speaker, the whole works). And I have to run into town to find myself a decent bow-tie... the one I have is ugly as sin. So, I'm thinking, as I'm driving into town, that I might as well swing by the tattoo parlour and see what this guy's whipped up for my tattoo... DAMN! If I was excited to get it last week, now I'm just about ripping my hair out in anticipation. This guy managed to draw something that I would never have considered, and it looks fantabulous! I can't friggin wait! (And no, I'm still not gonna tell ya what it is yet!
)
So I'm all hopped up on adrenaline now, thinking about this tattoo as I'm wandering about Sears looking for a bow-tie (never thought I'd have my mind on tattoos while looking at bow-ties). I got my bow-tie ($10! Yay, me!), got my coffee and headed home.
Now I have to get ready for this stupid mess-dinner. Now, these things are always a hassle...You have to get all dolled up in your monkey-suit (though, I must say, those uniforms can make almost anybody look HAWT!), you're going to a formal dinner with not only your bosses, but most of the bosses from all the sections around the entire base, and you have to be on your 'best behaviour' (sometimes I'm almost surprised there isn't a mother standing at the door saying, "Aw, come here! Look at you, you got schmutz on your cheek!"). However, hassle that they are, once you get there, everybody has a good time (might as well, can't get out of it by that point). The food is always good, the company, and conversation is generally good. And there's always a pretty lady there, waiting to fill up that recently emptied glass of wine.
I actually had a decent time. I enjoyed myself. And besides, I got to probe some of the inner workings of the section. At the end of the night I was chatting with one of the guys that has the opportunity to sit in on the supervisor's meeting on a fairly regular basis, and most of out conversations were ended with, "But you don't know any of this, right?"
"Don't know any of what??"
"Very good."
Yay, me!VIEW 17 of 17 COMMENTS
miyu:
Your welcome.
t7:
Ah kick ass you helped clean up man? thats awsome I wish I woulda stayed to do that. It was nice meeting ya man, funny how we alraedy knew each other from before though eh? Hah thats awsome though, I hope your hang over recovery is going well?