Victor Squawk
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The novelty has worn off so now the ramp feels like a hassle. Everyone's got plans for where to go. I have a purpose of my own to follow.
Today it feels like bags are designed to be as cumbersome as possible for stacking in the bin. Murphy's law seems to operate on overdrive in here.
Yeah it is just like tetris with the time pressure too.I believe it is called "Tetris in real life." and some days the blocks (aka the bags) just don't fit.
I’ve been there and I know how it can feel underwhelming/overwhelming. It’s ok to feel this way. There are good day and the are definitely bad days. The job will start to feel thankless. Even as a pilot it stops being fun and is just work. It isn’t personal so don’t let it get you down. Do your work to the best of your ability, pay no heed to the idiots that surround you, and take pride that you perform well regardless of the people around you. Things will improve in time.Line Service probably refers to maintenance for the ramp. That's a guess based on the "terminology" you can see on the trucks they drive.
So this thread probably doesn't quite fit in here except like a little brother of line service.
Ah well, it's here now.
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The ramp, when it comes to baggage handling, and actualizing the load plan delivered by ops, sketched up by the Desk (and whatever a dx does to it beforehand) - you have a situation in which
all the managers limp
and the supervisors constantly do lower ranked work
because there are no leads
since no one is available
and people skip work or quit
because the pay is low
and the work is hard and unhealthy
and it perpetuates a cycle of "not enough workers" until everyone gets tired
and the management doesn't GAF anymore
and most of the equipment is hand-me-downs from more important ramps
people talk about where they are going next, what's their plan, how long can they tolerate wasting away their body and their health while not being able to afford a single bedroom apartment for themselves (or even a studio apartment)
and they live off cheap pizza and instant noodles
...and vending machine junk
leads sell their lives to the job in terms of the hours they put in
for a dollar raise
which is reported as "not worth it"
and overall as a first job in aviation it has been a massive, stinking pile of dirty Sh!....
a lot of the workers obviously dont' care about being fired
actually they can't fire anyone because there is already not enough people
Well I took almost a week off because I got super sick and now I feel like just quitting the job.I’ve been there and I know how it can feel underwhelming/overwhelming. It’s ok to feel this way. There are good day and the are definitely bad days. The job will start to feel thankless. Even as a pilot it stops being fun and is just work. It isn’t personal so don’t let it get you down. Do your work to the best of your ability, pay no heed to the idiots that surround you, and take pride that you perform well regardless of the people around you. Things will improve in time.
Well I took almost a week off because I got super sick and now I feel like just quitting the job.
I'll try to keep at it.A lot of us worked line service. It is a good entry job into the industry. Don't let the •tiness of this particular job turn you off. I wasn't a much more glamorous terminal/gate line guy like you, just an FBO dude. Keep at it, and see where it takes you. It took a lot of us to careers ultimately, and I think those of us who did such a thankless job never forget about you guys who do that job.
You aren't the only one to work a tough job.Take hundreds of passengers and give each of them a bag. Give them a dirty bag with all their distinct germs on it...
Then pass that bag through screening, let everyone touch each of them a little and mix the germs on all of them, passing them down one by one. Have them slide along a belt that handles thousands and thousands of dirty germy bags.
Then have them bump around in mysterious places, showing up on the wrong piers and somehow ghosting past the scanners for extra confusion. Have them mixed and stacked up to nestle all the freshly contaminated germs together. Jostle them along the way to the plane.
Have mosquitos bite everyone to load their immune systems with busy work and something to do. Then have everyone start working, accelerating their heart rates and their breathing rates.
Have them ingest jet fumes at this higher breathing rate and circulation of blood. Layer that hot sauce tasting vapor into the body and then go ahead and have them jump into the bin.
There, let them hug and carry, with lots of love, all these germy bags and work up a real sweat. With the highest heart rate and breathing rate, and sweating with wider open pores, layer on that dirty germ dust from the bags onto the skin so it can soak in well. Let it go in the lungs too; cycle it through the body.
Do it regularly ;
TLDR , I caught a cold
Bob that post was just a joke. It was an elaborate way of writing "I caught a cold".You aren't the only one to work a tough job.
The same still applies though: either sh*t or get out of the outhouse.
No one is responsible for your future except you.
Make it what you want that future to be, or change direction.
Sans the excuses and probable mindset, based upon your posting here, you either choose to maintain the status quo or might listen to the good advice and resources available here or how you might succeed in life.
Ymmv, but the choice is yours and no one else's
That's pretty cool. I think most of the leads appreciate it. A lot of them are avgeeks so getting to be friendly with a pilot brightens up their day. At least, that's how I see it from the side.I regularly walk down to the ramp and find the lead. I shake hands and introduce myself. I also try and remember their name when we talk about brake release during push back. I never stacked bags but I did drive the fuel truck for a hot minute. So I try and show a little respect.