Ahh, rain…

by Berck

There’s nothing like some crappy weather and a salaried flying job to make your day.

I was about to walk out of the house when my cell phone rang. It was one of the guys in white flight letting me know that the first go was canceled and not go into work. There’s a list of phone numbers activated by the flight commander. He calls the first guy, who calls the next guy, and so on. I’ve managed to lose my list already, but I was pretty sure I was on the bottom of it. I asked the guy who called me, and he said that I was, in fact, on the bottom, but that there was a part time guy below me, and I wasn’t sure if he needed to be called or not. I also asked if they were going to call us to tell us to go back to work or what and he didn’t know. If he wasn’t planning on working anyway, I’m sure he’d love to get called at 5:40am. So I called my flight commander. Only I got the number wrong, which I’m sure made someone really happy. When I actually got in touch with him, he said that he’d already called the part time guy, so I was fine. I asked him how we knew when to go back to work. “Nine o’clock! Whoever called you didn’t tell you?” “No?” He sighed, “I guess we need to practice this.” I figure when that when you play telephone, expect a garbled message at the end…

So I got undressed and went back to bed. Even after having gone to bed at 7:30 the night before, I was still tired. Now I’ve had to get out of bed and get dressed twice. But this time it’s light out. Or, well, grey out. It’s still not flyable weather. I wonder if they’ll call us and tell us to stay away, or make us go in anyway.

Unfortunately, considering that flights were canceled Monday morning due to low clouds and yesterday due to high winds, it’s pretty much a certainty that we’ll be working on Saturday…

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