One of my favorite comedians, Mitch Hedberg was found dead in a hotel room...DAMN.
Rest In Peace, Mitch...
"I'm not familiar with the concept of "HH"...I didn't learn my AA, BB, CC's. God, God, Dammit, Dammit!"
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Rest In Peace, Mitch...
One of my favorite comedians, Mitch Hedberg was found dead in a hotel room...DAMN.
Rest In Peace, Mitch...
"I'm not familiar with the concept of "HH"...I didn't learn my AA, BB, CC's. God, God, Dammit, Dammit!"
Saturday, March 26, 2005
"109, be advised, we have nowhere to park ya..."
So...I think I referred to last week as being pretty crazy. Yeah...that was nothing. This week was beyond wheels off. WAY beyond wheels off. Like...rolling-along-on-brake-rotors wheels off.
Monday night...wow. We have 3 gates of our own and we split one with Anonymous Eagle. Anonymous Eagle Airlines is supposed to have their plane out of that gate by 2200 every night to accommodate our flight that is scheduled for a 0005 arrival nightly.
Well, Monday night...they didn't vacate that gate. Leaving us to scramble to find someone from Anonymous Eagle at 2245. No one. Not a soul. They own half a damn terminal and no one was there. We went as far as to send someone to try to check a different terminal with Anonymous Eagle's mainline Big Sister. No one willing to help. So, here I am...on the line with our pilots, half an hour to arrival...and completely unsure as to where we're going to park this sucker.
Thirty minutes later the plane lands and we're still scrambling to get it figured out. Luckily, one of my female co-workers has an admirer over at another airline a few gates down the terminal. She used her female charms to convince him to push one of their 757's out of their gate and hardstand it on the north parking pad for 40 minutes while we deplaned our passengers. It's amazing what boobs will get you. LOL.
We got the plane parked 45 minutes after they hit the ground which made for some disgruntled pilots. We had 3 wheelchair passengers on the flight. Because the ramp was trying like hell to get everything pulled outta the bins and sent up to the baggage carousel to keep from having anymore delays for the passengers...and because the skycaps go home at midnight...there was no one to help the wheelchair passengers up the jetway. This pisses off the captain...so rather than help out, he walks down to the ramp to yell at me. "This whole night is a clusterfuck. GET SOMEONE UP HERE NOW TO HELP THESE WHEELCHAIRS!"
My reply? "All due respect, I know you're on a much higher pay scale than I am...but we're on the same team here and we're kinda in a bind here if you haven't noticed. Last time I checked, there's a captain, an F/O, and at least 3 flight attendants. There's 3 wheelchairs. Do the math. I know it's late, but we all gotta do what we gotta do to keep these passengers from getting any more pissed than they already are."
That shut him down. 2 captains in 2 weeks for me. Not that I enjoy doing it. I just enjoy shutting down the ones that have that "better than you" complex. Just because I'm a ramp agent doesn't mean I'm any less than they are. Just because a well trained monkey could do the physical part of my job....that doesn't mean I'm an idiot and deserve to be looked down upon.
Oh well...anyway. We pushed our aircraft out of the other airline's gate and parked it on the south hardstand overnight. Such a mess. Tack that on to a 4 hour late plane on Tuesday night and screwed up jetways and ground power connections on Wednesday and Thursday...and I can't wait to get our operations moved to the gates over at Terminal E this week. We hear that stuff actually works over there.
On another work related note, I just read on Airliners.net that a Midwest Express ramp agent got locked in the cargo bin of one of their 717's and wound up in Philly. Makes me rethink those little rests I take in the bins to get outta the cold or the wind...yikes! I've literally had more than one nightmare about this. That's SCARY.
On a personal note...I went to sign the lease on an apt. today...only to learn that my credit is "good enough to qualify to buy a home" but apparently not good enough to lease an apt. for 4 months without having to get someone to co-sign. Man, I've really made a mess of my life. It sucks alot because I know Mom won't co-sign on anything for me due to previous financial issues we've had. So now...I have to figure out what the hell I'm gonna do...I have to let the girl whose lease I'm taking over ASAP if I can even do it anymore. A girl I work with is talking about maybe getting a place with me, her, and maybe a couple of pilots or something like that...so we'll see.
I haven't seen any of my friends in weeks. I'm kinda getting depressed about my personal life. I really enjoy my job...but everything else has kinda got me down. It sucks...but I'm working through it. Sammy is in town this weekend...so I'm gonna hang with him for a bit. Haven't seen him in months. I miss my crew though. I miss poker nights with the guys and legitimate conversations with Maureen. I miss late night Whataburger runs. Oh well...I don't wanna be a downer...so I'm outta here.
So until next time..."The way Kathy Lee needed Regis/that's the way I need Jesus"
Happy Easter, suckers.
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Current Music: Ben Folds - Bitches Ain't Shit
Monday night...wow. We have 3 gates of our own and we split one with Anonymous Eagle. Anonymous Eagle Airlines is supposed to have their plane out of that gate by 2200 every night to accommodate our flight that is scheduled for a 0005 arrival nightly.
Well, Monday night...they didn't vacate that gate. Leaving us to scramble to find someone from Anonymous Eagle at 2245. No one. Not a soul. They own half a damn terminal and no one was there. We went as far as to send someone to try to check a different terminal with Anonymous Eagle's mainline Big Sister. No one willing to help. So, here I am...on the line with our pilots, half an hour to arrival...and completely unsure as to where we're going to park this sucker.
Thirty minutes later the plane lands and we're still scrambling to get it figured out. Luckily, one of my female co-workers has an admirer over at another airline a few gates down the terminal. She used her female charms to convince him to push one of their 757's out of their gate and hardstand it on the north parking pad for 40 minutes while we deplaned our passengers. It's amazing what boobs will get you. LOL.
We got the plane parked 45 minutes after they hit the ground which made for some disgruntled pilots. We had 3 wheelchair passengers on the flight. Because the ramp was trying like hell to get everything pulled outta the bins and sent up to the baggage carousel to keep from having anymore delays for the passengers...and because the skycaps go home at midnight...there was no one to help the wheelchair passengers up the jetway. This pisses off the captain...so rather than help out, he walks down to the ramp to yell at me. "This whole night is a clusterfuck. GET SOMEONE UP HERE NOW TO HELP THESE WHEELCHAIRS!"
My reply? "All due respect, I know you're on a much higher pay scale than I am...but we're on the same team here and we're kinda in a bind here if you haven't noticed. Last time I checked, there's a captain, an F/O, and at least 3 flight attendants. There's 3 wheelchairs. Do the math. I know it's late, but we all gotta do what we gotta do to keep these passengers from getting any more pissed than they already are."
That shut him down. 2 captains in 2 weeks for me. Not that I enjoy doing it. I just enjoy shutting down the ones that have that "better than you" complex. Just because I'm a ramp agent doesn't mean I'm any less than they are. Just because a well trained monkey could do the physical part of my job....that doesn't mean I'm an idiot and deserve to be looked down upon.
Oh well...anyway. We pushed our aircraft out of the other airline's gate and parked it on the south hardstand overnight. Such a mess. Tack that on to a 4 hour late plane on Tuesday night and screwed up jetways and ground power connections on Wednesday and Thursday...and I can't wait to get our operations moved to the gates over at Terminal E this week. We hear that stuff actually works over there.
On another work related note, I just read on Airliners.net that a Midwest Express ramp agent got locked in the cargo bin of one of their 717's and wound up in Philly. Makes me rethink those little rests I take in the bins to get outta the cold or the wind...yikes! I've literally had more than one nightmare about this. That's SCARY.
On a personal note...I went to sign the lease on an apt. today...only to learn that my credit is "good enough to qualify to buy a home" but apparently not good enough to lease an apt. for 4 months without having to get someone to co-sign. Man, I've really made a mess of my life. It sucks alot because I know Mom won't co-sign on anything for me due to previous financial issues we've had. So now...I have to figure out what the hell I'm gonna do...I have to let the girl whose lease I'm taking over ASAP if I can even do it anymore. A girl I work with is talking about maybe getting a place with me, her, and maybe a couple of pilots or something like that...so we'll see.
I haven't seen any of my friends in weeks. I'm kinda getting depressed about my personal life. I really enjoy my job...but everything else has kinda got me down. It sucks...but I'm working through it. Sammy is in town this weekend...so I'm gonna hang with him for a bit. Haven't seen him in months. I miss my crew though. I miss poker nights with the guys and legitimate conversations with Maureen. I miss late night Whataburger runs. Oh well...I don't wanna be a downer...so I'm outta here.
So until next time..."The way Kathy Lee needed Regis/that's the way I need Jesus"
Happy Easter, suckers.
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Current Music: Ben Folds - Bitches Ain't Shit
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Still haven't found what I'm looking for...
Ummm...yeah....Crazy week.
Worked last Saturday...craziest day of work of my life. Long story short, I was in the bagroom all day by myself, caused several delays on my own, and nearly had a plane sent out minus about 70 bags. That would have totally screwed up the pilots' weights and balances on top of everything else...and if you know anything about flying, you know that's not a good thing. Rough day. So rough that every supervisor had seung by the ramp to check up on me since then.
The week wasn't much better...understaffed all week thanks to everyone being sick. I put in 4 consecutive days of 12 hour shifts. I really do like the job but, every now and again, I'd like to get out within an hour of my scheduled shift end. When we're understaffed like this, all it does is put us even more behind than we are...and we usually wind up with pissed off pilots because we're never ready for them at the gate and there's rarely an ops agent standing by.
Thursday night, one of our crew was sent home for one reason or another (suspended or terminated, I don't know), so it was just me and one other ramper working 4 gates. Granted, the planes were RON terminators, so all we had to do was download and drop the bags and prep them for the EMO flights...but that's alot of fucking work for 2 people. We don't have contract cleaning...so we have to clean the interiors...and that takes 2 people close to an hour and a half. So with 2 people...cleaning lavs, seatbacks, vacuuming, catering, potable water, dumping lav tanks...that takes close to 3 hours a plane. 5am rolls around and we still have one plane to go. So we left it to the AM crew. They can hate us for it...I don't care. Screw it.
So now I've been sitting on my ass for 2 days. I've decided I have no friends. I'm done trying with most of them. They've become a secretive and exclusive group and I feel like I'm no longer a member. Oh well. I'm too much of a "downer" for them anyway. I've left the house once...just to go out with my old buddy Robbie for a couple of hours...and now I'm back home.
Things with Mo have got a little better...but we'll see how that goes. I hope we can be what we were someday...but it's going to take alot of work on both ends. I miss that girl's presence in my life a whole helluva alot...
Watching the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony that I TiVo'd while I was out. U2, one of my favorite bands ever, was inducted and I'm thinking to myself....damn I wish I was like Bono. I wish I just had the swagger of Bono. That complete confidence that the man exudes. The balance of faith, awareness, energy, relentlessness, and love for his fellow man. Such an awesome guy. I hope I could someday be half the man he is.
Anyway...still apartment hunting and it sucks. I had a promising lead...but I haven't heard from that person whose lease I'd be overtaking in a few days. I guess we'll see.
That's all really...I'm out.
Worked last Saturday...craziest day of work of my life. Long story short, I was in the bagroom all day by myself, caused several delays on my own, and nearly had a plane sent out minus about 70 bags. That would have totally screwed up the pilots' weights and balances on top of everything else...and if you know anything about flying, you know that's not a good thing. Rough day. So rough that every supervisor had seung by the ramp to check up on me since then.
The week wasn't much better...understaffed all week thanks to everyone being sick. I put in 4 consecutive days of 12 hour shifts. I really do like the job but, every now and again, I'd like to get out within an hour of my scheduled shift end. When we're understaffed like this, all it does is put us even more behind than we are...and we usually wind up with pissed off pilots because we're never ready for them at the gate and there's rarely an ops agent standing by.
Thursday night, one of our crew was sent home for one reason or another (suspended or terminated, I don't know), so it was just me and one other ramper working 4 gates. Granted, the planes were RON terminators, so all we had to do was download and drop the bags and prep them for the EMO flights...but that's alot of fucking work for 2 people. We don't have contract cleaning...so we have to clean the interiors...and that takes 2 people close to an hour and a half. So with 2 people...cleaning lavs, seatbacks, vacuuming, catering, potable water, dumping lav tanks...that takes close to 3 hours a plane. 5am rolls around and we still have one plane to go. So we left it to the AM crew. They can hate us for it...I don't care. Screw it.
So now I've been sitting on my ass for 2 days. I've decided I have no friends. I'm done trying with most of them. They've become a secretive and exclusive group and I feel like I'm no longer a member. Oh well. I'm too much of a "downer" for them anyway. I've left the house once...just to go out with my old buddy Robbie for a couple of hours...and now I'm back home.
Things with Mo have got a little better...but we'll see how that goes. I hope we can be what we were someday...but it's going to take alot of work on both ends. I miss that girl's presence in my life a whole helluva alot...
Watching the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony that I TiVo'd while I was out. U2, one of my favorite bands ever, was inducted and I'm thinking to myself....damn I wish I was like Bono. I wish I just had the swagger of Bono. That complete confidence that the man exudes. The balance of faith, awareness, energy, relentlessness, and love for his fellow man. Such an awesome guy. I hope I could someday be half the man he is.
Anyway...still apartment hunting and it sucks. I had a promising lead...but I haven't heard from that person whose lease I'd be overtaking in a few days. I guess we'll see.
That's all really...I'm out.
Friday, March 11, 2005
can't...feel....feet
Just got home from an almost 14 hour shift on the wonderful ramp of DFW Terminal B. That's right. My scheduled 8 hr. shift turned into a 14 hr thanks to being understaffed once again, as well as the US Postal Service.
Keep it tuned right here for my bitchfest coming up next right here on Dub's blog!
In the meantime...I stole this from Suzanne and decided to throw it on here...just comment, copy, paste, answer. Simple really.
What Would You do if..?~
I cried:
I asked you to help:
I died from natural causes:
I said I liked you:
I kissed you:
I started smoking:
I stole something:
I was hospitalized:
I ran away from home:
I got in a fight and you were there:
I got dumped:
I pissed you off:
What Do You Think Of My..?~
Personality:
Eyes:
Face:
Hair:
Clothes:
Voice:
Humor:
Choice of music:
Mannerisms:
Family:
Body:
Friends:
Decisions:
Would You..?~
Be my friend:
Tell me the truth no matter what:
Lie to make me feel better:
Spread rumors about me:
Keep a secret if I told you one:
Loan me some cash:
Hold my hand:
Take a bullet for me:
Keep in touch:
Try and solve my problems:
Love me:
Have sex with me:
Ditch me:
Use me:
Date me:
Beat me up:
Keep it tuned right here for my bitchfest coming up next right here on Dub's blog!
In the meantime...I stole this from Suzanne and decided to throw it on here...just comment, copy, paste, answer. Simple really.
What Would You do if..?~
I cried:
I asked you to help:
I died from natural causes:
I said I liked you:
I kissed you:
I started smoking:
I stole something:
I was hospitalized:
I ran away from home:
I got in a fight and you were there:
I got dumped:
I pissed you off:
What Do You Think Of My..?~
Personality:
Eyes:
Face:
Hair:
Clothes:
Voice:
Humor:
Choice of music:
Mannerisms:
Family:
Body:
Friends:
Decisions:
Would You..?~
Be my friend:
Tell me the truth no matter what:
Lie to make me feel better:
Spread rumors about me:
Keep a secret if I told you one:
Loan me some cash:
Hold my hand:
Take a bullet for me:
Keep in touch:
Try and solve my problems:
Love me:
Have sex with me:
Ditch me:
Use me:
Date me:
Beat me up:
Thursday, March 10, 2005
*insert words for feeling crappy here*
Wow...I've probably slept 80% of the last 3 days. I was down and out last night...so I went to bed at midnight or so and didn't wake up 'til 1100. Crazy.
So yeah...taking three days off work due to sickness and spending most of that time by yourself gives you alot of time to think. Unfortunately, I hate thinking...because thinking is usually followed by deep depression for me. And sure enough...here I am. Down and out once again.
Lots of stuff on my mind...nothing I care to go into right now because I don't need to rehash it all. Just a bunch of personal issues...mostly financial.
But to top things off...I've been feeling really lonely lately. Not in the usual way, though. I just feel like a good percentage of my friends couldn't give a rats ass about me. I mean, I know they like hanging out and all...and they're good buddies or whatever. But, I've lost one best friend in the last month, the one that I really let it all out on...and everyone else seems to have bailed on me, too. I really need someone right now...and I just don't have anyone to talk to anymore. Like...really talk to. I'm such a co-dependent, it's not even funny anymore.
Oh well...work called me just a little bit ago. I guess they don't hate me afterall. They offered me a Saturday shift to make up a few hours I missed being sick. My station manager really came through for me on this one...I need to stop by and thank him.
Well...I think I'm gonna get ready. Take a shower, get my borderline afro cut off, and head to work. It's spring break for most of the schools around here...so this weekend should be really good times at el aeropuerto. Especially those Florida flights.
So, I leave you with a great song by Chris Knight..."It Ain't Easy Being Me"
There ought to be a town somewhere,
Named for how I feel.
Yeah I could be the mayor down there,
And say "Welcome to Sorryville".
It wouldn't be on a map no where,
You might say that it don't exist.
But if you make enough wrong turns,
It'd be hard to miss.
There ought to a bridge somewhere,
They could dedicate to me.
I'd probably come to the ceremony,
With a can of gasoline.
Walk on over to the other side,
Where I'd light a match.
Sit and stare through the smoke and flames,
and wonder how I'm gonna get back.
- Chris Knight
So yeah...taking three days off work due to sickness and spending most of that time by yourself gives you alot of time to think. Unfortunately, I hate thinking...because thinking is usually followed by deep depression for me. And sure enough...here I am. Down and out once again.
Lots of stuff on my mind...nothing I care to go into right now because I don't need to rehash it all. Just a bunch of personal issues...mostly financial.
But to top things off...I've been feeling really lonely lately. Not in the usual way, though. I just feel like a good percentage of my friends couldn't give a rats ass about me. I mean, I know they like hanging out and all...and they're good buddies or whatever. But, I've lost one best friend in the last month, the one that I really let it all out on...and everyone else seems to have bailed on me, too. I really need someone right now...and I just don't have anyone to talk to anymore. Like...really talk to. I'm such a co-dependent, it's not even funny anymore.
Oh well...work called me just a little bit ago. I guess they don't hate me afterall. They offered me a Saturday shift to make up a few hours I missed being sick. My station manager really came through for me on this one...I need to stop by and thank him.
Well...I think I'm gonna get ready. Take a shower, get my borderline afro cut off, and head to work. It's spring break for most of the schools around here...so this weekend should be really good times at el aeropuerto. Especially those Florida flights.
So, I leave you with a great song by Chris Knight..."It Ain't Easy Being Me"
There ought to be a town somewhere,
Named for how I feel.
Yeah I could be the mayor down there,
And say "Welcome to Sorryville".
It wouldn't be on a map no where,
You might say that it don't exist.
But if you make enough wrong turns,
It'd be hard to miss.
There ought to a bridge somewhere,
They could dedicate to me.
I'd probably come to the ceremony,
With a can of gasoline.
Walk on over to the other side,
Where I'd light a match.
Sit and stare through the smoke and flames,
and wonder how I'm gonna get back.
- Chris Knight
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Ahhhh, Cable News....
So...as I stated in the last entry, being home sick means lots of TV time. Well, around 0600 this morning (I'm on a flipped sleep schedule thanks to working nights), I came to a realization. I think I'm slightly obsessed with cable news anchors.
First...I have my thing for CNN Headline News' old overnight anchor Rudi Bakhtiar...
First...I have my thing for CNN Headline News' old overnight anchor Rudi Bakhtiar...
Now...MSNBC's morning news anchor for the Imus in the Morning Show, Contessa Brewer.
Wow...she's hot. That is all.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Sick sucks...
Ugh! I can't shake this damn sickness.
Had my days off this weekend...Friday/Saturday...woke up Friday coughing my head off. Got worse over the weekend. Chest congestion, coughing like no other...
I swear to God...I can't shake this at all. Everytime I get almost-well...I get crappy again. It's been this vicious cycle for almost 2 months. Working out on the ramp in this up and down Texas weather doesn't really help matters. 70 and sunny one day...cold and rainy the next.
Yes, I know I should go to the doctor. But, I'm poor and my health insurance with the new job doesn't kick in for another 2 weeks or so. Damn being poor. Damn the lack of a universal health care system in the U.S.
So, in the mean time, I'm calling in sick for a day or 2...I'm killing Mucinex like it's candy and laying around watching alot of TV. Luckily...the TiVo is jampacked with greatness... a few The Simpsons episodes (including the classic "Monorail" episode), a few episodes of Airline (a must for those of us on the ground), Rocky, Chicago, a few episodes of Third Watch, and 24 is on tonight, too. Not to mention a little spring training baseball and some EPL soccer. TiVo is the greatest invention ever. I never get to watch TV anymore... and now I'll be all kinds of caught up.
So yeah, I guess it's time to plant my big ass back on the couch with a comfy blanket. Until next time...here's to Diet Dr. Pepper and Mucinex.
Had my days off this weekend...Friday/Saturday...woke up Friday coughing my head off. Got worse over the weekend. Chest congestion, coughing like no other...
I swear to God...I can't shake this at all. Everytime I get almost-well...I get crappy again. It's been this vicious cycle for almost 2 months. Working out on the ramp in this up and down Texas weather doesn't really help matters. 70 and sunny one day...cold and rainy the next.
Yes, I know I should go to the doctor. But, I'm poor and my health insurance with the new job doesn't kick in for another 2 weeks or so. Damn being poor. Damn the lack of a universal health care system in the U.S.
So, in the mean time, I'm calling in sick for a day or 2...I'm killing Mucinex like it's candy and laying around watching alot of TV. Luckily...the TiVo is jampacked with greatness... a few The Simpsons episodes (including the classic "Monorail" episode), a few episodes of Airline (a must for those of us on the ground), Rocky, Chicago, a few episodes of Third Watch, and 24 is on tonight, too. Not to mention a little spring training baseball and some EPL soccer. TiVo is the greatest invention ever. I never get to watch TV anymore... and now I'll be all kinds of caught up.
So yeah, I guess it's time to plant my big ass back on the couch with a comfy blanket. Until next time...here's to Diet Dr. Pepper and Mucinex.
Friday, March 04, 2005
Rampin'
First and foremost, I'd like to welcome the readers of QueenOfSky. The QoS rocks my world...so I guess you folks are cool by association. :)
One of the most uneventful nights on the ramp...ever. 4 planes in...4 planes out...all on time. 4 terminators in...only a couple of specials. Quick downloads...quick caters...quick cleans. Out on time for the first time ever! Seriously. My shift is supposed to end at 0130...yet I've never left DFW before 0300. Last night, though, I left at 0130.
We did hit one snag when we had to unload someone's motorized wheelchair that had to have weighed 400 fucking pounds. I know this is just another part of the job, as is the soreness that follows pulling something like that outta the front bin, but the ass chewing we took from the passenger for "taking too long" was just uncalled for. I understand that a motorized wheelchair is someone's legs and that I know I'd be pissed if I had to wait just to walk. But, they have to understand that it's not like we can download that heavy ass thing and just snap our fingers to make it appear on the jetway. We have to reconnect the battery, put the thing back together, take to the nearest elevator (about a football field away), then take it down the concourse and to the gate. Kinda time consuming. And nothing like having the owner of said wheelchair STANDING there waiting for you and jumping your ass for not doing it quickly enough. Eh, didn't bother me that much. I just made some smartass comment about how he could now walk up the jetway and walked off. Didn't bug me that much.
The only thing that really irked me about last night was on the part of our (usually) wonderful F/A's on our flight from LAS. I had to cater it for the morning (usually not a daunting task) and good god that galley was a mess. Trash in all of the carts, empty cans in the drink trays, busted wine bottles in the alcohol coolers. Oh yeah, and about 700 little paper towels scattered on the ground soaking up a spill that could have been soaked up with...oh, i dunno...6 paper towels, maybe.
Now don't get me wrong, I love f/a's. I LOOOOVE some f/a's ...;). But, dammit, it's not that hard to throw your trash in the one of 3 available trash cans in that galley. Especially when they're damn near empty. I'll cut them a little slack because, judging from the complete lack of remaining alcoholic beverages on that plane, tere had to be a bunch of folks drinking on that flight...so maybe they had their hands full with that. I dunno, I don't ask. However, I do know cleaning up after flight attendants pisses me off more than cleaning up after passengers...because they know better. But hey...I still love f/a's.
Oh...one more thing. If the guys over at American Eagle leave their damn air conditioning cart in the way of my catering truck one more damn time...well...I guess I'll just complain about it a little bit more.
On a different note, I randomly decided to register online to be an ordained minister...and I got my reply today. So I'm now available for weddings and funerals (they're really the same thing, aren't they?). So there ya go.
And now, for random quick hits...
-> I'm eating a leftover gordita from Taco Bell. I should say...I was eating. Disgusting. Ugh.
-> As soon as I finish this post and take a shower...I'm heading to The Super Pit at the good ol' U of North Texas to work the t-shirt cannon at the Sun Belt Conference Tournament. Yes. Me...shooting t-shirts. Out of a air powered cannon. Awesome.
-> Could there be drinking this evening? In the words of Jon McCrea, "Perhaps...perhaps....perhaps".
-> I was gonna go to BWI this weekend to visit my old friend Lisa who's in the Air Force. But, stuff came up...so I'm gonna try next weekend. Sorry Lisa!
Until next time...F- Those Crackers!
One of the most uneventful nights on the ramp...ever. 4 planes in...4 planes out...all on time. 4 terminators in...only a couple of specials. Quick downloads...quick caters...quick cleans. Out on time for the first time ever! Seriously. My shift is supposed to end at 0130...yet I've never left DFW before 0300. Last night, though, I left at 0130.
We did hit one snag when we had to unload someone's motorized wheelchair that had to have weighed 400 fucking pounds. I know this is just another part of the job, as is the soreness that follows pulling something like that outta the front bin, but the ass chewing we took from the passenger for "taking too long" was just uncalled for. I understand that a motorized wheelchair is someone's legs and that I know I'd be pissed if I had to wait just to walk. But, they have to understand that it's not like we can download that heavy ass thing and just snap our fingers to make it appear on the jetway. We have to reconnect the battery, put the thing back together, take to the nearest elevator (about a football field away), then take it down the concourse and to the gate. Kinda time consuming. And nothing like having the owner of said wheelchair STANDING there waiting for you and jumping your ass for not doing it quickly enough. Eh, didn't bother me that much. I just made some smartass comment about how he could now walk up the jetway and walked off. Didn't bug me that much.
The only thing that really irked me about last night was on the part of our (usually) wonderful F/A's on our flight from LAS. I had to cater it for the morning (usually not a daunting task) and good god that galley was a mess. Trash in all of the carts, empty cans in the drink trays, busted wine bottles in the alcohol coolers. Oh yeah, and about 700 little paper towels scattered on the ground soaking up a spill that could have been soaked up with...oh, i dunno...6 paper towels, maybe.
Now don't get me wrong, I love f/a's. I LOOOOVE some f/a's ...;). But, dammit, it's not that hard to throw your trash in the one of 3 available trash cans in that galley. Especially when they're damn near empty. I'll cut them a little slack because, judging from the complete lack of remaining alcoholic beverages on that plane, tere had to be a bunch of folks drinking on that flight...so maybe they had their hands full with that. I dunno, I don't ask. However, I do know cleaning up after flight attendants pisses me off more than cleaning up after passengers...because they know better. But hey...I still love f/a's.
Oh...one more thing. If the guys over at American Eagle leave their damn air conditioning cart in the way of my catering truck one more damn time...well...I guess I'll just complain about it a little bit more.
On a different note, I randomly decided to register online to be an ordained minister...and I got my reply today. So I'm now available for weddings and funerals (they're really the same thing, aren't they?). So there ya go.
And now, for random quick hits...
-> I'm eating a leftover gordita from Taco Bell. I should say...I was eating. Disgusting. Ugh.
-> As soon as I finish this post and take a shower...I'm heading to The Super Pit at the good ol' U of North Texas to work the t-shirt cannon at the Sun Belt Conference Tournament. Yes. Me...shooting t-shirts. Out of a air powered cannon. Awesome.
-> Could there be drinking this evening? In the words of Jon McCrea, "Perhaps...perhaps....perhaps".
-> I was gonna go to BWI this weekend to visit my old friend Lisa who's in the Air Force. But, stuff came up...so I'm gonna try next weekend. Sorry Lisa!
Until next time...F- Those Crackers!
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Yep...
Yep, that sums it all up...
What makes you say the things you say
What did I do so wrong today
Where did you learn how to cut me so deep
When did I let you get so far away from me
And I know that we stood there and promised each other forever
God knows we’ve tried for so long now and nothing gets better
Loving you is all that I have ever known
But the truth hits and I know we’d be better off alone
And I know that we stood there and promised each other forever
God knows we’ve tried for too long now and nothing gets beter
Stand here in the silence that remains
Loving you still does not change a thing
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Current Music: Jack Ingram - What Makes You Say
What makes you say the things you say
What did I do so wrong today
Where did you learn how to cut me so deep
When did I let you get so far away from me
And I know that we stood there and promised each other forever
God knows we’ve tried for so long now and nothing gets better
Loving you is all that I have ever known
But the truth hits and I know we’d be better off alone
And I know that we stood there and promised each other forever
God knows we’ve tried for too long now and nothing gets beter
Stand here in the silence that remains
Loving you still does not change a thing
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Current Music: Jack Ingram - What Makes You Say
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