Mornin’ all. A few minutes pre-sunrise as I balconate in the warm 80/27 with a few puffies over the ocean and none over the land. The weather folks say we’re due for sunny & 90/32. Today is gonna be a two-fer, where I balconate a bit more with y’all and do my own coffee vs. the swill at 7-11, then launch for the beach while Her Ladyship yet slumbers.
My irk shift kicks off at 11am (ugh) and somehow I’m still sliding along unused despite being first in line for irk. 11am is good in that the phone doesn’t ring while you’re sleeping. It’s bad in that your potential irkday runs until past midnight and I’d much rather have been in bed a couple hours before that. We shall see.
In another bit of soon-to-be-useless knowledge, the time between Labor Day & Halloween is kinda disorienting in the industry, especially this first week. Up through that weekend, everybody is workin’ overtime, shit goes wrong. Every. Single. Irkday. The planes and hotels and airports are packed. Then on Tuesday … crickets.
The schedules cut back 10-15%, the overtime evaporates, all the operational unreliability caused by management trying to squeeze out the last 5% and instead wasting the last 10% disappear, the supply of reserve pilots like me explodes, and we each mostly sit at home as less work is divided between more bodies. Meanwhile the airports & hotels & planes are relatively uncrowded.
Kinda nice, but always disconcerting in a “Hey, what happened to all our paying customers??!?!” sort of way.
Happy firday to all!!!
As Columbo used to say, Oh, yeah, just one more thing …
Sari Please, please take care of yourself & get the help you need. And the sleep you need.
Nellie: go sit at the PT place until you’re seen that very day.
Ok, so that was two more things. Sue me. Cheers all!!!