Hey not bad...
Wow, I've had one of the best days in recent memory:
1) I woke up, and I wasn't hungover. Sure, I didn't drink the night before and had no reason to be hungover...but when you're me, you never know...
2) My checkrides got canceled and turns out I've been rescheduled (for half of it at least...) for tomorrow. Now, this kinda sucks cause I won't be home as soon, and missed out on no less than 2 end-of-semester keggers, but my check-pilot got changed from Yllithia "The Hammer" Hamer to Bob "I'll Pass You As Long As You Can Start the Fucker Up" Prantner. True, I only have him for the oral exam part of it...but at least it's not The Hammer.
3) I presented a small little five minute presentation on the career field I want to eventually get into: aerial firefighting. It went off without a hitch and I got quite a few laughs.
4) The short final following the presentation had a part that I competely forgot to study. That's okay, the teacher told us to disregard it. I aced the rest.
5) After the presentation, this kid came up to me and told me he has some really good connections to the Forest Service that he would be glad to give me. Turns out he had a job at the airport pumping slurry into airtankers, and he can easily get me hired (for the pumping, not flying...) once summer gets here, cause they're always looking for people, cause no one knows of it. This sounds like a shitty job, but consider:
a. It pays 8 bucks an hour, and I'm going to need an off campus job come semester end because I won't be enrolled in classes anymore. Plus, you make your own schedule.
b. It will get me some awesome 'in's with the people who do the hiring for aerial firefighters, which will be useful once I have enough time logged after flight instructing fer a while to perhaps get hired. It will be like an internship, only I'm not getting fucked over.
c. "Pumping slurry" basically just means hooking a hose to the plane and watching a gauge. And seeing how you only pump on an "as-needed" basis, you spend most of the time just bullshitting with the pilots, watching T.V., or dicking around in some bad-ass giant airtanker planes and lookin' at shit and learning.
d. Once in a while, they break the law and let you fly with them to the fire, depending on the plane.
6) I went to the snack shop for a celebratory diet Dr. Pepper, sans whiskey :( , and this cute girl that's been flirtin' with me was working. I mustered the nads to ask her to coffee or some such bullshit, which is something Matthew T. just doesn't do when he's sober, and she immediately resounded with an emphatic 'yes!'
7) I went to work, and the data-entry server was down, so we fucked around and drove golfcarts.
8) Ate at Chile's with Dave, and the waiter gave us our appetizers for free because we had to wait for so long. I love bad service when I get something out of it.
And here I find myself. I hope I can get home soon, and I hope Karma doesn't chase me from town to town...
1) I woke up, and I wasn't hungover. Sure, I didn't drink the night before and had no reason to be hungover...but when you're me, you never know...
2) My checkrides got canceled and turns out I've been rescheduled (for half of it at least...) for tomorrow. Now, this kinda sucks cause I won't be home as soon, and missed out on no less than 2 end-of-semester keggers, but my check-pilot got changed from Yllithia "The Hammer" Hamer to Bob "I'll Pass You As Long As You Can Start the Fucker Up" Prantner. True, I only have him for the oral exam part of it...but at least it's not The Hammer.
3) I presented a small little five minute presentation on the career field I want to eventually get into: aerial firefighting. It went off without a hitch and I got quite a few laughs.
4) The short final following the presentation had a part that I competely forgot to study. That's okay, the teacher told us to disregard it. I aced the rest.
5) After the presentation, this kid came up to me and told me he has some really good connections to the Forest Service that he would be glad to give me. Turns out he had a job at the airport pumping slurry into airtankers, and he can easily get me hired (for the pumping, not flying...) once summer gets here, cause they're always looking for people, cause no one knows of it. This sounds like a shitty job, but consider:
a. It pays 8 bucks an hour, and I'm going to need an off campus job come semester end because I won't be enrolled in classes anymore. Plus, you make your own schedule.
b. It will get me some awesome 'in's with the people who do the hiring for aerial firefighters, which will be useful once I have enough time logged after flight instructing fer a while to perhaps get hired. It will be like an internship, only I'm not getting fucked over.
c. "Pumping slurry" basically just means hooking a hose to the plane and watching a gauge. And seeing how you only pump on an "as-needed" basis, you spend most of the time just bullshitting with the pilots, watching T.V., or dicking around in some bad-ass giant airtanker planes and lookin' at shit and learning.
d. Once in a while, they break the law and let you fly with them to the fire, depending on the plane.
6) I went to the snack shop for a celebratory diet Dr. Pepper, sans whiskey :( , and this cute girl that's been flirtin' with me was working. I mustered the nads to ask her to coffee or some such bullshit, which is something Matthew T. just doesn't do when he's sober, and she immediately resounded with an emphatic 'yes!'
7) I went to work, and the data-entry server was down, so we fucked around and drove golfcarts.
8) Ate at Chile's with Dave, and the waiter gave us our appetizers for free because we had to wait for so long. I love bad service when I get something out of it.
And here I find myself. I hope I can get home soon, and I hope Karma doesn't chase me from town to town...