Message to the Big Boys (Airline Pilots)

FutureLeader

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This is a message to all Airline Pilots out there. People may say that you are overpaid, "glorified bus drivers", button pressers and whatever comes to their minds. The Industry may be slow right now and for some, things might seem gloomy. No matter what people say or do, they all need you in the end; to travel to their fancy vacation spots, to see family during the holidays, to make it to business trips or make last minute surprises. You guys bring the world together and make what was once a large planet a much smaller place. While you are doing this, you may miss out on family gatherings, a child's sports game, or a wedding anniversary. That takes a lot of will, determination and sacrifice; something that I respect greatly. You hold a position that most people can only dream of. Don't let people and their words get you down. Don't let the current situation of the industry get to you. Don't lose the passion that got you thus far. You guys will always be heros in my eyes. Keep doing what you are doing and do it well.

Others, feel free to send out your love and comments to the airline pilots out there. Everyone needs to know that they are loved every now and then.

*I mistakely posted this in the Embry-Riddle Forum, I am posting it here as well.
 
ok, we'll delete it in the ERAU forum for ya...

Very encouraging words... thanks!
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and welcome to the boards!!
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What about that guy that is last on the seniority list that gets stuck with Lav duties? Without that guy, you wouldn't want to fly in that plane.

No one ever shows love for the lav driver.

They should make one of those "real men of genious" commercials about the "Crap Cart Captain"

When I first started I was 2 bid lines away from being a Crap Cart Commander... I was ready to quit instead!
 
working Lav sucks. The little card skywest has at OXR, gets too full sometimes and then sh** gets everywhere, not fun at all. But who wants to fly and not be able to use the lav.
 
Funny how this thread has degenerated into a discussion on "crap cart captains". Please tell me the pilots don't have anything to do with them!

Jordan
 
If I recall correctly, Doug has some good stories about being an FO on a B1900 about what pax left behind in the seats that the FO was supposed to help clean up.
 
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If I recall correctly, Doug has some good stories about being an FO on a B1900 about what pax left behind in the seats that the FO was supposed to help clean up.

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You don't even want to know!

Trashing an airplane is like "X-Games" to business travelers.
 
Hey Doug, did you fly the B1900?
How did you find flying that without an Autopilot?

Ive been told they dont have an autopilot...i was shocked!

Cheers
 
Nice message. I'm a little uncomfortable with too many messages of love coming my way. I do remember one particuarly stormy night when many of the deplaning passengers tole me they loved me then stepped out the door and kissed the ground.

I will say this. Whatever profession you are in you need to find the satissfaction within yourself. No matter what you do it's up to you to be a professional or not. I've met true professionals driving "crap carts" and flown with some who were just filling a seat and collecting a check, not a professional.

There is nothing anybody can say to you that takes away from your professionalism. Only you can do that.
 
All I can say is that it is amazing what people think it is ok to leave in the back of a 1900.

Random samples:

Sick Sacks filled with urine
Hypodermic needles (I'm assuming Insulin here)
Dirty Diapers
Starbucks Coffee cups filled with tobacco spit
Dollar bills (makes it worth cleaning out LOL)
Chewing gum stuck in the briefing card
Shopping bags full of groceries (groceries? They FLY to go to the store?)
Unwrapped half-eaten candy bars
Vomit (not in the sick sack)
Half Smoked Cigars (and I never smelled it either)
Nail Polish items (you can always smell that though, go figure)
Wallets (a pain, because you have to find someone "responsible" to return it)
Cell phones
Pagers
Empty Boxes (???)
 
I must be odd. I have this anal-retentive habit of cleaning up any/all trash, magazines, cups, etc, remaining in the area near the seat I'm riding on in an airliner. Anything missed by the FA on their final walkthrough for trash pickup, I haul off myself and dump it in the trashcan in the terminal.

Am I odd?
 
I clean up after myself, too. I think we were brought up right by our parents. Did you ever have to scrub the walls after writing on them with crayon like I did?
 
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I clean up after myself, too. I think we were brought up right by our parents. Did you ever have to scrub the walls after writing on them with crayon like I did?

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We grew up the same. Speaking of scrubbing. My mom had this 1974 Cadillac Sedan-deVille that had a 472 V8 under the hood (ie- a HUGE freaking engine). My parents had a new concrete driveway laid-down a couple of months prior. I'd always have to sweep leaves out of the driveway and would have to move the cars to do so. One day, as I'm backing out the Caddy, I decide to see how much power really is under the hood and, checking both ways to the street past the driveway, jam the accelerator in reverse and amid the smoke and squealing, leave two parallel tracks of burnt black rubber streaks on the still-clean concrete driveway.

I was scrubbing for the rest of the day.
 
John, did Mesa at least give you access to a dust buster or a garbage can?

We had to clean all that junk out with no gloves, no garbage bags and usually want to search around for a garbage can.

My company also gave out free newspapers so after all of the passengers left, it'd look like a recycling plant in the cabin afterwards.
 
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I clean up after myself, too. I think we were brought up right by our parents. Did you ever have to scrub the walls after writing on them with crayon like I did?

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I decide to see how much power really is under the hood and, checking both ways to the street past the driveway, jam the accelerator in reverse and amid the smoke and squealing, leave two parallel tracks of burnt black rubber streaks on the still-clean concrete driveway.

I was scrubbing for the rest of the day.

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I built a Trebuchet for a history class, ironically we had a puppy at the same time. Well, few things make a more attractive projectile than a warm puppy turd, and it just seemed prudent to use the neighbors house as a target as opposed to my own.

I was so enthralled by the project that I had diligently removed every ‘trace’ of the puppy from my own yard and transferred them to the clapboard siding of the neighbors home. Unfortunately, not everyone shared my enthusiasm for the pure science that a medieval weapon is. My dad made me scrub the neighbors house and when they decided to repaint it two years later, to show me he hadn’t forgotten my misdeed he made me paint their house. Sadly the ‘Trebuchet’ was dismantled with an axe and was unavailable for further testing.
 
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