Tuesday’s flight to Wiley Post

It (was Friday when I started writing this) and I’ve only flown twice this week. Weather, weather, weather.

Monday, it was raining. Tuesday, I called D. to find out if I was in the schedule. The clouds were really low, but it was still VFR. He said I was scheduled to fly at 4pm. A few minutes later, my phone rang again. “Can you come fly now?”

“Well, it’ll take me 15 minutes to get ready and half an hour to bicycle over there…”

“I’ll pick you up.”

So he did. It turns out that one of of the instructors had dropped a plane off at the nearby airport (Wiley Post) for radio maintenance and someone needed to pick him up. Rather than simply send D. out alone to get him, they figured a student might as well get some dual time in.

I had already roughly checked the weather but hadn’t gotten a brief. I certainly hadn’t plotted a course. I told D., but since I wasn’t PIC, I wasn’t really worried about it. The ceilings were at 2500AGL, so I knew we’d be flying pretty low whole way.

After takeoff, we turned northbound, and I called up OKC approach. We decided we’d plan on actually flying below the Class C airspace, which was more or less necessary for clouds. While we didn’t HAVE to contact OKC Approach, it makes sense to do so. I’m always a bit apprehensive talking to OKC approach because the frequency is always so busy, and there’s like… real traffic and stuff. Something like 85% of the traffic at OUN is student ops, so when I screw up, the controllers are expecting it. My calls to OKC are between calls from people like Southwest and Comair. I stumbled a bit but eventually managed to get it out that I wanted flight following to Wiley Post. The gave me a squawk code which I completely failed to catch and which D. dialed in wrong. After we got that straightened out, they complained that our transponder wasn’t giving off any altitude data. After cycling the switch between ON and ALT they got our altitude and told us to stay below 2500, and turn over downtown headed for Wiley Post. Wiley Post is just north of OKC, so I pretty much got to fly right to OKC, which was neat. I’ll be doing lots of instrument work there, when I start my instrument training. (But, by the time I start instrument, hopefully the ILS will be completed at OUN)

I did my best navigating by pilotage. Wiley Post is kinda hard to miss though.

When OKC handed us off to Wiley Post tower we were flying west, and were just the southeast of runway 35. The controller told us to report on a downwind for runway 17.

D. acknowledged tower then started complaining to me. “What? That’s ridiculous! Why won’t he let us approach from this side? There’s no traffic!” I was confused and trying to figure out where a downwind for 17 was. So we needed enter a downwind for runway 17… Which meant we needed to fly to the west side of the runway, fly out, then turn back in to enter on the 45 for a downwind, then make two righthand turns to land on 17. I confirmed this with D., who agreed. So we kept flying, perpendicular and toward runway 35, about to cross on the approach end of 35. As we were about to cross runway 35 the controller asked, “Uhh… Cessna Niner Zero One, have you got the field in site?” Uh-oh. This was clearly a nice way of saying “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” About then it hit me. All runways, unless otherwise posted, are lefthand patterns. OUN is righthand pattern, and unfortunately I’ve flown almost NOTHING but righthand patterns. That’s just the way that I think about it. D., on the other hand, was confused in an entirely DIFFERENT manner, as he demonstrated in his next radio call while I banged my head on the dashboard out of embarrassment for the both of us… “901 is just crossing the threshold of runway one seven, we’re going to enter on the downwind.” Ho boy. Tower snapped back, “You’re crossing the threshold of runway THREE FIVE, that’s runway THREE FIVE.” I was already turning at this point and it took another second or two for D. to realize his mistake. The fact that my mistake was entirely different was the weird thing. We got in okay, albeit rather embarrassed.

I’ve got much, much more to write about. But I’m taking the private written test tomorrow afternoon, so I need to study a little bit and sleep.

Misc. Update

Gmail invites are going quickly. Berck is giving them away to perfect strangers on gmailswap.com. So if you want one, ask us quickly.

The pepper and spice plants survived our trip to Richmond. In fact, with all the rain we’ve been getting this week, they’re thriving.

The fish was alive when we got home too, though he started swimming around his bowl crazily when he saw the movement of us coming in through the front door. He attacked the food Berck gave him with vigor. I guess he was pretty hungry.

Movie Reviews

Movie Reviews

School of Rock

Jack Black is a good excuse to watch any bad movie, but this one is really pretty good. Jack Black says “ass” a lot, and one of the kids says “damn” once, but I think that was the only objectionable material…other than the whole philosophy of rebellion encased in Rock ‘n Roll, which the kids in the film never seem to get. One of coolest things about the movie, I thought, was that all but one of the main kids were musicians primarily, not actors. So when they play or sing, they’re really doing it. They apparently discovered the keyboardest off the radio show From the Top and taught him how to play rock music (well, I’m sure they just gave him sheet music). The DVD has commentary with Jack Black, of course, but we found that the commentary with just the kids was almost as funny as the movie itself. Good movie. You should watch it.

Shrek 2

It’s a keeper. It joins the ranks of The Empire Strikes Back and The Godfather Part II.

Trois Couleurs

This trilogy is some of my favorite film. Now that we’ve got the DVD player working in my computer, I’m making Berck watch them. My favorite is Bleu, the first one, but after my adulations, Berck didn’t seem impressed. So I told him that Blanc was screwed up, and he probably wouldn’t like it. So he liked it. We have Rouge left to watch, and I’ve been telling him that he won’t understand it at all. Maybe he’ll get it.

These are French movies by a Polish director, so anyone I can think of that reads this journal probably won’t like them. Sex plays an important role in all of them, so if you want to stay away from that…

I watched them for the first time many years ago, so it was fun to watch them again, remembering some of my favorite cinematographical moments and catch stuff I didn’t realize before.

The Job Search

I’ve got a huge list of things to do, but I can never remember them all when I have some time to do them. So I’ll post something.

The job search has got me down. Adecco (a staffing agency) called me last week right before we left for Richmond to say they had an opening I might be interested in. It pays about what I want, and it’s doing something that doesn’t sound hard. The only thing is that it’s for “a couple of months,” though the recruiter I talked to said the last time this particular company hired people to do this task, the project lasted two years. It’s temping, so there aren’t any benefits, but that’s okay.

But Adecco only processes and tests people Mon. thru Thurs. from 8 to 1. Which means I’d have to take off work to go jump through some hoops for a job that I may or may not get and which only may last for a couple of months. Berck doesn’t think I should ask for time off, though I wonder how much of his view comes from his experience with Adecco jerking him around when he worked for Verizon.

But will I ever get another job if I never take time off from the warehouse to interview and such? I don’t know.

I’m discouraged.