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!