My favorite flying job was for an outfit that was called "Hum and Fake It Air"....by our passengers and owner. Stemmed from a reply to a nervous flyer when on a very stark clear day during a flight from Portland, Oregon to a big Ranch in British Columbia/Yukon Territories somewhere up North. No maps in hand...Pilots lazily gazing out the Perspex admiring the view of all the snow covered mountains....and the silly fellow getting all worried about how the guys knew where they were...and how to find where they were going.
The Pilot....actually the Chief Pilot....turned to him finally after being asked the third time about the maps and such....."Oh....we don't really....but sooner or later we will see something we recognize...until then...we just Hum and Fake It!"
I don't reckon all this fancy psycho measuring would work for an outfit with such an attitude towards operations and passengers.....far to human for all that psycho babble I am sure.