Ted & Charlie,
I learned a new word today: apostille. I wanta share it with you cuz words are important and I love words.
I have NEVER
heard this word in my 66 years on Earth.
Apparently, some xxitbag airline is demanding pilot applicants "apostille" their logbooks, creating a problem for the poor, farging bastiches trying to apply for what is likely a xxitty job in the first place.
These poor people are agonizing over how to get their logbooks "apostilled" to gain employment.
I remember some xxxxx discussions about logbook certification and how one could get "stamps" made in Asia to certify one's own logbook vs some official but equally pointless act achieving the same end. This would NOT
appear to resemble an actual apostille, which requires the collaboration of countless government cubicle droids.
[there's a link to the original, motivating issue at the end of this blatherment]
I went to the doctor's office recently. I pulled into the UNATTENDED
entrance gate to the parking decks where I pushed a big green button, allowing me entrance, and getting a machine to spit out a ticket showing when I entered.
I went up to the doc's office and asked the receptionist, "Do you validate parking tickets ?". She said, "Yes, we do." She then took out a stamp, tamped it on an ink pad and applied the stamp to my ticket.
After the visit, I took the ticket to an ATTENDED
exit gate where I presented the stamped ticket to a semi-humanoid life form and was allowed to exit without paying for parking.
This was appropriate considering the amount I paid some clown in a white coat to behave like an airline HR bot.
I think I got my parking ticket apostilled and that transaction was of more actual value than some poor guy who had to have his logbook subjected to a similar process.
There are moments when sitting on the balcony watching these poor, farging bastiches thrash wildly in the roiling scrum looks like a better option than being one of them. This would be one of those moments...I am thoroughly enjoying it and thank you for allowing me to share it with you.
But, they're better men than I. In similar circumstances, I'd have reacted VERY
badly and ended up as the sack of protoplasm at the attended exit gate in the parking deck granting free passage to apostilled parking tickets.
PILOT SHORTAGE ? I RATHER THINK NOT.