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I've put my heart and soul into every damned leg, trying to be the best crewmember, the best pilot, the best captain and the best mentor I could be.
Every leg. Even as it's run me ragged, even as I've spent the last two and a half years as the plug, flying 100 hours a month of short-call reserve without soft time.
I've taken care of my crews, taken care of my passengers, tried to make everything just a little bit better for everybody, all the time. Every leg. Because it's the right thing to do, because I care, because we're all in this together. I take responsibility for my crew's actions and performance, I try to educate. I try to give the best career advice I can to my FOs. I make sure everyone on my crew is fed and has their needs met, and I try to buy dinner for the crew at least once a trip.
And as of today, every single possibility of moving on has turned me down.
There was a discussion that ran for a long time here that talked about regional lifers, and how they all had something to hide. Somewhere, somehow, they were villains, lying to gain sympathy.
Well, it's not true.
They say that the airlines want you to be yourself. They want to get to know you.
That's also not true.
They complain about people giving canned, made-up answers from Emerald Coast etc, but then they hire them anyway.
It's a big club, and I ain't in it.
If you're in the club, life is great. If you're not, you ain't getting in.
"Oh hah," some of you will say, "There she goes, demonstrating why she's not hireable. Dodged a bullet there, amirite?"
Fine. You know what? Let it burn. Give me your worst. Tell me what a crap person I am. Tell me how I got interview prep, but should have used a different company. Tell me how I just needed to keep grinding, or get a navy suit. How I needed more makeup. Or maybe no makeup, and try to go "guy mode." Tell me that I'm a piece of trash and you're glad that I'm not coming to a major. To your airline. Whatever you want to say. Get it all out, and have a great time doing it.
The thing is, I can't do this regional life anymore. I've spent the last ten years at it. I got COVID twice in the past year, and now every time I call out sick I have to call my CP because "you've been out a lot this last year, we need to talk about next steps" despite working 18+ days a month, every month, where every single day that I'm sick has to be justified as an "occurrence." I've never called out sick when I wasn't sick. Not once. Even when I should have, even when I should have taken a mental health break after flying five days of 14 hour days with 3am wakeups, and "min rest" at home. Even when the world was on fire around me. Even when I desperately, truly needed a vacation.
I've only called out sick when I was not fit to fly.
There's no future for me in this industry, and it's beyond the "just stay positive and keep going" phase.
I'm truly happy for those of you who've made it, but for me it was apparently not to be.
Every leg. Even as it's run me ragged, even as I've spent the last two and a half years as the plug, flying 100 hours a month of short-call reserve without soft time.
I've taken care of my crews, taken care of my passengers, tried to make everything just a little bit better for everybody, all the time. Every leg. Because it's the right thing to do, because I care, because we're all in this together. I take responsibility for my crew's actions and performance, I try to educate. I try to give the best career advice I can to my FOs. I make sure everyone on my crew is fed and has their needs met, and I try to buy dinner for the crew at least once a trip.
And as of today, every single possibility of moving on has turned me down.
There was a discussion that ran for a long time here that talked about regional lifers, and how they all had something to hide. Somewhere, somehow, they were villains, lying to gain sympathy.
Well, it's not true.
They say that the airlines want you to be yourself. They want to get to know you.
That's also not true.
They complain about people giving canned, made-up answers from Emerald Coast etc, but then they hire them anyway.
It's a big club, and I ain't in it.
If you're in the club, life is great. If you're not, you ain't getting in.
"Oh hah," some of you will say, "There she goes, demonstrating why she's not hireable. Dodged a bullet there, amirite?"
Fine. You know what? Let it burn. Give me your worst. Tell me what a crap person I am. Tell me how I got interview prep, but should have used a different company. Tell me how I just needed to keep grinding, or get a navy suit. How I needed more makeup. Or maybe no makeup, and try to go "guy mode." Tell me that I'm a piece of trash and you're glad that I'm not coming to a major. To your airline. Whatever you want to say. Get it all out, and have a great time doing it.
The thing is, I can't do this regional life anymore. I've spent the last ten years at it. I got COVID twice in the past year, and now every time I call out sick I have to call my CP because "you've been out a lot this last year, we need to talk about next steps" despite working 18+ days a month, every month, where every single day that I'm sick has to be justified as an "occurrence." I've never called out sick when I wasn't sick. Not once. Even when I should have, even when I should have taken a mental health break after flying five days of 14 hour days with 3am wakeups, and "min rest" at home. Even when the world was on fire around me. Even when I desperately, truly needed a vacation.
I've only called out sick when I was not fit to fly.
There's no future for me in this industry, and it's beyond the "just stay positive and keep going" phase.
I'm truly happy for those of you who've made it, but for me it was apparently not to be.