Blog-TOWER OF BABEL

Now I know why I do not want to ever leave the house. I will turn into one of those people that used to be in my hometown neighborhood when i was a kid. They were "shut-ins" as my parents would say. They had lots of cats(they did not venture either), wore worn out green sweaters with moth holes, smelled of old oatmeal, Liniment, and cough drops, with a vacant untrusting stare. I know because me and maryanne, my 9 year buddy, would ring the doorbell, and look for 1 minute at the human form at the door, and run off.

On Monday, I leave the house to go to Teterburo NJ, I get cut off 3 times. I am stopped at a light, no turn on red. The jerk behind me, is beeping his horn. I get out of my car (not advised), and ask why are you honking your horn? He say in his Jersey accent, "you can go, DERS  no cops". ugh.

No peace.

On Tuesday, I leave the house there is an elderly woman in the break down lane. No one stops except me. Where are we going? Are we in such a rush, that we do not care about one another? No peace.

On Wednesday, my credit card is charged with 'VIDEO GAMING'. My son thinks I am a bank, busboy, maid and sponsor for fun. No peace

On Thursday, My landlord takes my trash can with out telling me. I look everywhere for it. I bother the neighbors. He took it because he does not like my 55.00 garbage can. It is now being held hostage locked in the basement.  No peace

On Friday, an friend cancels lunch, after I made all her favorite stuff. I ate ALL of it. No peace

On Saturday, A trip cancels, fender bender and my son will not hang out with his mother.

On Sunday, I broke my toe again, pull my back out, get bitched out by a flight attendant for cleaning up her nasty f------ a/c (she is freelance as well)  and get stopped by DC cop for cell phone usage.

On monday, I start over. maybe some peace. I am going to up my cat population and get that green sweater.

I have decide on something very important. I am a person who likes to stand on some ceremony of sorts and I remain true, even in the darkest of times. I do not want to try out or fly for anyone else other than the people I have flown for the past 5 years. I want my old bullshit back, I do not want some new bullshit, unaccustomed bullshit, nouveau riche bullshit,  I like the old agenda, and if i cannot have it, i am not having any of it. I want my owner back. I want him to get another plane, i feel like i have been thru hell and back with he, his family and all of our mutual trials and tribulations.

 

He knew about me having to put my three year old golden retriever down due to kidney failure, he knew when my mom died, he knew when i broke up with pete, he knew when i reconciled pete, he knew when i got skin cancer, he knew when I was having a super day and took me when the bad ones came. He was loyal, smart, irascible, sarcastic, brilliant, compassionate, difficult, moody, and sane. His family never made the crew feel like we were poor in any way, and WORKING FOR COMPANY X Y AND Z, WE WERE POOR ON PAPER. 

We had opinions, we have guts and glory and all those things real people  and cowboys have. And for now, it is gone, baby gone, like a quick birthday candle in the wind. I have tried to interview for jobs, I do not want any of them. I am half hearted, lack luster and it shows. I want a nap.  I would like to fly Desmond Tutu, Mother Teresa of Calcutta and maybe that pilot Sully who landed in the Hudson. That might get me going, but not like I was going. I flew people who called it like they saw it, they remembered their first dollar, their first steak and cheese, ringing the bell on Wall Street and I flew on the first plane they ever owned. It all sparkled like the first christmas lights that you ever saw. 

There was none of this curt crap, no sense of entitlement, no fake attitudes. Money was up there but it was not king. So, no, I will not be taking any new job soon. My heart is not there and I have developed a rash impatience with "this is how we do it here". Right now, I would rather help out at the local church with the downtrodden and live by my own schedule because I have not had one in a while. I do not jump when the phone rings, and I am liking my couch a bit more. My dog knows who I am and my son actually communicates with me at a normal decibel. Maybe I will write that book after all.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!.............I woke up this crisp winter morning and i was curled up under the down comforter in a pensive mood. Glad to say goodbye to 2008, it was my first holiday i have ever had, that i was laid off. This sort of took the shine off my pumpkin brithere and sistera, let me tell you. BUT. lemonade is coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am going to do all the things i put off while flying.

1. Take better care of myself. vitamins, drink more water, have more fish, reintroduce a vegetable once in a while, and stop attacking the can of chocolate frosting at 3 am. Hormones!

2.  Take a writing class, i need one. That is obvious, right?

3. Hang more with my brother and sister. My brother is as funny as chevy chase and my sister takes a lot of heat for wearing those talbot sweaters with the santa on them. I have tattoos for god sakes, we are polar opposites and I love her.

4. Stop stressing about money, I lost most of it. I can always sell a kidney.

5. Take an asian fusion cooking class and a cuban cooking class.

6. Make plans to go stuff. I would always wander away when peoples would take out their planners. I could not commit

7. Road trips! I hate to fly on the "I DUNNO" airlines

8. Get a six pack

9. Electrocute myself if I have a negative thought

10. Let people see me vulnerable

11. Turn off the lights, detail my truck, and do not take too much shit.

12. Read more, go to movies instead of shopping

13. Sit in the park, hang with my animals.

14. Recycle

15. Read the new york times.

16. Be a better friend

17. Pedicure the gargoyle feet more

18. Church

19. Drive slower

20. Get off Nicorette gum

HAPPY NEW YEAR DANIEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today's aviation is not easy. It was a lot easier 15 years ago when I started. Aviation companies are busy trying to keep their companies open, fuel prices are off the charts, people are cutting the budget, downsizing to the bare bone. I do not mean to sound like that gruff old guy Andy Rooney on 20/20, but people were a lot nicer then. The people in charge called you back, were cordial and tried to help you. You knew their kids names and they knew yours. If you really broke, they got you on a flight to pay your car insurance.

 

 Is this or is it not the HOSPITALITY INDUSTRY, are we in customer service or customer stuckupness. Why do we now feel that when we call the head flight attendant, or director of cabin service, its like they just woke up in a bad mood and make you feel like you are a total bother, thorn in the side, fly in the ointment and just should just go throw your unimportant self off a cliff? WHO DO THEY WORK FOR?

Please go away and never call me again. I called someone in charge in February and I am still waiting. I have a flare gun, should I head it towards Teterboro?