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.
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