Archive for August, 2007

Struggling toward employment

31 August 2007 at 3:38 pm
by Berck

I’m making progress. I just took the Airline Transport Pilot written exam, and scored a 96% which is nice and high. This exam is a prerequisite for the ATP checkride, which I’m not qualified to take yet. But airlines and others like to see the ATP written completed for some reason, so I did.

I also got a job. Sort of. Instructing at the aero club, which will probably be more or less part time and won’t pay very much, but it’s something to do while I’m searching. So that’s good. Only, it doesn’t start for a couple weeks.

Middle Name Game

27 August 2007 at 7:25 am
by Jonah

Via Cara

Life affirming
Stuck in the clouds

What does your middle name say about you?

Not Wanted

23 August 2007 at 3:59 pm
by Berck

Doss doesn’t want me in Pueblo. No idea why.

This likely means that we’ll be moving.

Times from the Flyin’ Miata Open House

21 August 2007 at 2:23 pm
by Berck

They posted the times from the track. Woohoo!

I’d say I did pretty darned good having one of the slowest cars, and never having been on that track before.

New Bumper

16 August 2007 at 8:19 pm
by Jonah

camera phone image

Berck just sent me a picture from his phone. After seeing his picture from Colorado National Monument, I’m wishing I could join him. I guess camera phones are good for something.

Berck is in Grand Junction for the weekend to attend the Flyin’ Miata Open House and track day. He hadn’t been planning on going, but he melted off his bumper when his exhaust pipe rusted through. It seemed to be better value to pay to go to Flyin’ Miata’s track day and drive out to the other side of the state than to pay for shipping.

Berck wanted me to go with him, but that meant I would have had to take two days off of work, and I’m supposed to be feeding the horses with Duncan and Michele out of town. Berck just called me and tried to convince me to drive out to join him after work on Friday. “The tent is already set up. It’ll be just like a hotel. All you have to do is check in. Well, and bring your sleeping bag.” He also tried to lure me with the promise of a peach festival. “It’s your kind of thing!”

But I’ve been running straight for several weeks now. I’ve only had one weekend to relax the last month, and I spent the whole time worrying about jury duty (which I need to remember to find out about Friday at 5 pm). I just need a day or so to do nothing and relax. I’ve also been looking forward to having some time to myself since I convinced Berck to go to Grand Junction.

Sure is pretty out there, though…