So, since I've got a long trip coming up starting this weekend, I got up relatively early (8:00) today to get everything set. Grab my drycleaning, run out to the car and nothing. Dead, dead, dead. Grab my multimeter and the battery is dead, as in fried. So, wrench, wrench wrench, yank the battery out and walk 2 and a half miles to the nearest Interstate Battery shop. Did I mention it was 90F this morning and just getting hotter? Right, back to the story. I trudge the new battery back and get it in as well as changing the terminal clamps on the battery leads. And the car fires right up. Yeah! Of course, it's nearing 1 pm at this point. Too late to get the drycleaning in and out in one day, but I've got no flights till saturday. At which point, yeap, you guessed it. ring. We've got a pop up and you're on it. "I don't have any uniforms." "What do you mean?!" "I mean, I've got a week and a half trip coming up and you're supposed to give me a day to get ready. Are you telling me that's no longer company policy?" "You're the only pilot we've got." "Oh, you mean you sold the airplane without a crew to fly it. Sounds like a problem. Only not mine." "Well, start driving up here and we'll find a uniform for you." "So, I don't get a day to prep for this next trip. That's just a pipe dream on my part."
The trip was supposed to run from 3:30 pm to 2:00 am. Luckily, the passengers finished by 9:30 and I'm home ranting about it by 11:30. I love my job.
Just keep repeating that....
I love my job.
I love my job.