We don’t have a TV, so for the first time, I’m forced to simply read about the Olympics instead of watching them.
Here’s a great article about an American who won ten gold medals…and you’ve never even heard of him.
Instrument Stage 3
Well, I finally got that stage check done. I’m done with the stupid simulators, at least until I get to the commercial program.
Zach thinks I’ll be done by the end of next week. In fact, what he said is I’ll fly three lessons a day Mon-Wed. Which means I’d be signed off for my stage check on Wednesday. I doubt it. We’ll see what happens.
It’s back to studying. This time for the oral exam.
I’m hoping for some nice cloudy weather next week. No thunderstorms, just clouds.
Berck
Stupid
Well, my stage check lasted all of 15 minutes. Calvo, after canceling on me yesterday was 45 minutes late today. I flew one approach in the simulator, then started the published missed approach. I was supposedly executing a tear drop entry, but after flying outbound, I turned back to intercept the inbound leg. The wrong way. So he failed me. Just like that.
I feel like breaking things, but there’s nothing suitable around.
On top of that, I still feel sick.
I’m probably going to have to waste another stupid week waiting for him to schedule me again. So much for getting done in August.
Finally!
I’ve sent out a letter and resume to every private school in the area (about 50) and heard back from one of them, saying, great letter, we’re a growing school, and we’ll need teachers…sometime…we’ll keep you on file.
Last night I applied for a position for Volunteer Center Coordinator at the University of Central Oklahoma (not to be confused with OU). It’s probably the position I’m most qualified for that I’ve applied for. Almost all of my work experience has been coordinating volunteers.
Today I called two schools that had placed ads in the classifieds saying they needed teachers.
One of the schools (it’s actually a daycare, from what I can tell…they don’t have any kids older than four) only pays $8/hour. I talked to a receptionist at the other one who only schedules interviews…she couldn’t tell me about salary or anything. So I made an appointment for one for Friday afternoon. It’s a “child development center,” which I think means “daycare.” But hey…it’s an interview.
My cheatsheet didn’t print right, so I only had half of the number of a third school, but I figured I’d call them tomorrow.
I checked to see if I had any messages when I got off work today. There was one from UCO wanting to set up a phone interview! So I’ve got to call them back tomorrow and see what we can work out. They wanted to talk to me at 3 on Thursday, which is in the middle of my work day. But at this rate, I may not be working then anyway. This cold is making me feel horrible.
Try Again Tomorrow
Zach called me at noon today to tell me that my stage check wasn’t going to be today afterall. It’s supposedly tomorrow at 3pm. I’m not going to hold my breath.
Joanna says that I’ve given her my allergies, so it’s probably a cold. She’s probably right. I felt worse today. I spent most of the day reading.
This endless game of hurry up and wait drives me crazy. I work like crazy for a week, only so they can dawdle about scheduling my stage checks. I haven’t done anything since Friday.