Cockpit life and long transits?

That's one hell of a commute. Props for doing it, no pun intended.

What Saab 340 operator is based in LAX? Or is your avatar information dated?

It's dated. I was at Seaborne Airlines, now at Compass. Just haven't gotten around to changing my avatar.
 
Whatever, Lavar Burton.


#seewhatIdidthere


For those youngsters who have no idea what you're talking about.

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At the last job we usually just talked smack about the one crew everyone hated.
 
If you got HF, you can troll through the Ham bands and listen to how to eliminate interference to you rig from your dryer.

I was too old for Reading Rainbow...so, I'll raise your Lavar Burton with Morgan Freeman:



And, 40 years later, I can STILL recite the preamble to the US Constitution from memory....as long as I sing it as a tune....thanks to School House Rock:



That, folks, is some VERY effecting teaching....

Richman
 
I'm considering a career in the airlines and am curious about what it's typically like in the cockpit during transits? Do most airline pilots expect to chat with eachother for hours or do they keep to themselves? I am someone who actually prefers minimal conversation, especially long periods of smalltalk, and am most comfortable just reading a good book (aka an introvert).

Does it suck to fly with quiet guys or is it welcomed? Are there a lot of airline pilots like me out there? I'd love to hear input from some real airline pilots!

...And another slam clicker is born!

Another angel loses their wings! Ding!

Flying, like most jobs, is mostly a people business. You have customers, you have coworkers, if you don't like talking with them, it is not going to be a fun job.

My non-flying job, which is entirely focused on customers, involves much less small talk than every type of flying work I have ever done. And having friends in the flying biz is just as important as any other job, probably more so, as you get fewer opportunities to meet new people and make a good impression. The whole point of this website is to offer more of those opportunities.

Most pilots have some unique things to talk about anyway, once they are done telling you how awesome they are and how things were better at OtherJets Air...
 
Nothing wrong with a slam-clicker. The last thing I wanted to do was spend another two hours with someone I just spent eight hours with crammed in a small aluminum tube, unless we were buddies or had a hell of a lot in common. The average trip with a guy I just met, though? Usually not interested in going out. It's a job, not a social club.
 
I'm not a slam-clicker but I'm not about to babysit anyone's low social skill husband. I'm happy in a group of compatible people but I'm also not going to drink Budweiser and eat at Chilis because anything beyond that is too challenging.
 
I'm not a slam-clicker but I'm not about to babysit anyone's low social skill husband. I'm happy in a group of compatible people but I'm also not going to drink Budweiser and eat at Chilis because anything beyond that is too challenging.
I loved harassing guys on deployment, when all they'd do is eat McDonalds. If you're in Greece, or Italy, or anyplace, stop going to American only places. It's sad.
 
I loved harassing guys on deployment, when all they'd do is eat McDonalds. If you're in Greece, or Italy, or anyplace, stop going to American only places. It's sad.

Walking out of the hotel toward the Plaka in Athens, the captain said, "Hey! There's a TGI Fridays, let's go see if they have the game on!"

I started laughing and muttered something about him being a ruh'yard but apparently he was serious.

Later skater.
 
Even in the States it can be sad. I spent a week in New York for a deposition a couple of years ago, and I stayed just off of Time Square. Couldn't believe my eyes at the number of people crammed into Sbarro. Seriously, people? Hundreds of some of the best local pizza places in the country, and you're eating at Sbarro?
 
And there's a busy Olive Garden right there too.

Next time you're there try Xi'An Famous Foods or Hide-Chan Ramen in Manhattan. You had to be a huge idiot or and try hard not to eat epic food in NYC.
 
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