Okay I finally decided to get an account here after a gentle but constant nagging from my various online lovers. So hooray! Now you get to read all about the exciting life of Will whenever you please... assuming I feel like keeping a log of the exciting life of Will... which I do... because apparently the life of Will, while still exciting, is paced in such a manner that I have plenty of time to kill. And nothing murders time like a journal!!! Why let memory function the way it was designed? Why let anything, even the slightest and most trivial bit of meaningless existence, slip through the cracks? Why simply enjoy life when I can document my every failure and display it for all the world to see?!? Why? Because I love you.
Work was fun today. I docked my very first 747! It was a China Air flight and boy was that illegal! I have yet to go through all the mumbo jumbo required to receive a customs seal... which is just a little hologram that goes on my badge... but without it I am not supposed to be anywhere near international flights. Had Customs Agents decided to come check up on The Company, I would have been arrested, detained, and fined up to $10,000. I wouldn't have had $10,000 handy... so EAGLE would have covered it... but still... a slightly scary thought. Not scary enough to stop me from commanding the flight, of course. Today's lesson: 747's are big... really really big... I'm used to bringing in the little Kitty Hawks. However, 747's are also much more automated so really they cancel one another out and we still end up with a two and a half hour download/upload time. I didn't have a full crew to work with. I NEVER have a full crew to work with. This is why I've been working 10 hour shifts... This is why I sometimes get tired at work... this is why I accidentally assigned Frenchie to drive a tug. Frenchie is a lovely girl... she has a lovely name... she has many other lovely attributes... driving is not one of them. She was pulling about 20,000 pounds of what I think was chewing gum in her little tug when she ran directly into a cement guard post. Nothing was damaged... I laughed at her... she cried.. so then I felt bad for laughing and told her she could go trade jobs with one of the fellas on the belt loader (which is where I normally put her anyway). I received my certification for Load Mastering at 9:00am. This means that I get the added responsibility of designing schematics that designate what goes where in the main deck of the plane. I have a computer to help with this. But the title means that I have the authority to do this without computer assistance. Should I chose to chart a flight manually and make a miscalculation, the plane will crash. I never much cared for the smell of blood on my hands. I think I'll be using that computer every friggin time.
In a few hours I will go with Joe to North Terminal and hand over a copy of my birth certificate... this is the final step in getting my customs seal. Three cheers for no longer working under horribly incriminating circumstances!!! That's it for today--must go find said certificate... and shower... with said certificate. Oh, how I love you my darling proof of existence! You'll never leave me! ...right? .....RIGHT?!?
--Will
Work was fun today. I docked my very first 747! It was a China Air flight and boy was that illegal! I have yet to go through all the mumbo jumbo required to receive a customs seal... which is just a little hologram that goes on my badge... but without it I am not supposed to be anywhere near international flights. Had Customs Agents decided to come check up on The Company, I would have been arrested, detained, and fined up to $10,000. I wouldn't have had $10,000 handy... so EAGLE would have covered it... but still... a slightly scary thought. Not scary enough to stop me from commanding the flight, of course. Today's lesson: 747's are big... really really big... I'm used to bringing in the little Kitty Hawks. However, 747's are also much more automated so really they cancel one another out and we still end up with a two and a half hour download/upload time. I didn't have a full crew to work with. I NEVER have a full crew to work with. This is why I've been working 10 hour shifts... This is why I sometimes get tired at work... this is why I accidentally assigned Frenchie to drive a tug. Frenchie is a lovely girl... she has a lovely name... she has many other lovely attributes... driving is not one of them. She was pulling about 20,000 pounds of what I think was chewing gum in her little tug when she ran directly into a cement guard post. Nothing was damaged... I laughed at her... she cried.. so then I felt bad for laughing and told her she could go trade jobs with one of the fellas on the belt loader (which is where I normally put her anyway). I received my certification for Load Mastering at 9:00am. This means that I get the added responsibility of designing schematics that designate what goes where in the main deck of the plane. I have a computer to help with this. But the title means that I have the authority to do this without computer assistance. Should I chose to chart a flight manually and make a miscalculation, the plane will crash. I never much cared for the smell of blood on my hands. I think I'll be using that computer every friggin time.
In a few hours I will go with Joe to North Terminal and hand over a copy of my birth certificate... this is the final step in getting my customs seal. Three cheers for no longer working under horribly incriminating circumstances!!! That's it for today--must go find said certificate... and shower... with said certificate. Oh, how I love you my darling proof of existence! You'll never leave me! ...right? .....RIGHT?!?
--Will
punkkitty:
yayyyyyyyyy will, we are so n00b
lostomen:
Welcome aboard Cap'n. 