What I have to look forward to BEFORE I make it! (More light hearted humour...)
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What I have to look forward to BEFORE I make it! (More light hearted humour...)
Hi guys!
I really enjoyed the last thread "How you know you've made it", and it got me thinking...
Being a todder in this industry, only having just got my CPL, I though all you "old hats" out there might like to warn me of some of the things I have to look forward to before I "make it"!
ie consistently having my life endangered by a pimply-faced 16 yr old learning "Effects of Controls"
and that kind of thing...
Do share!
I really enjoyed the last thread "How you know you've made it", and it got me thinking...
Being a todder in this industry, only having just got my CPL, I though all you "old hats" out there might like to warn me of some of the things I have to look forward to before I "make it"!
ie consistently having my life endangered by a pimply-faced 16 yr old learning "Effects of Controls"
and that kind of thing...
Do share!
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Forget the pimply faced 16y.o trying to kill you, it is when the pimply faced 16y.o is the nephew of the owner and you have to take him for a spin in the C152 as a first lesson .... all things going well until he announces that he is feeling sick. Proceed to slow down, open the window, fly as smoothly as possible and THEN have him thhrow up all over the (inside) windscreen on short final - approaching the flair!
OR
Bad weather all week, the fortnightly flying hours looking very round (0), and, correspondingly, no pay ... bills coming in, no petrol in yer car, but you need to turn up for work to get the money. Weekend arrives... it is a BEAUTIFUL day and you have 5student booked to fly starting at 0930. All the aircraft are booked solid for the day .... the boss is happy! and then some STUPID GIT goes and has a prop strike on the first flight of the morning.. IN YOUR AIRCRAFT!!!!! .... u/s for the rest of the weekend.
THEN
You finally have enough hours to fly twins with the local charter company, now it is time to look forward to spending LONG LONG days away from home base. Passengers who don't know what time they want to leave and will "just rock up", or maybe even give you 1/2 hours notice.
Mind you... it is all character building, and you will look back in years to come and laugh/smile ruefully at your experience, whilst moaning bitterly about the current state of affairs and how the cadets have it easy etc etc etc .... but then think "I would not change a thing!" .... well not too many things anyway.
good luck with it and enjoy. I look forward to reading of other peoples experiences here
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Bad weather all week, the fortnightly flying hours looking very round (0), and, correspondingly, no pay ... bills coming in, no petrol in yer car, but you need to turn up for work to get the money. Weekend arrives... it is a BEAUTIFUL day and you have 5student booked to fly starting at 0930. All the aircraft are booked solid for the day .... the boss is happy! and then some STUPID GIT goes and has a prop strike on the first flight of the morning.. IN YOUR AIRCRAFT!!!!! .... u/s for the rest of the weekend.
THEN
You finally have enough hours to fly twins with the local charter company, now it is time to look forward to spending LONG LONG days away from home base. Passengers who don't know what time they want to leave and will "just rock up", or maybe even give you 1/2 hours notice.
Mind you... it is all character building, and you will look back in years to come and laugh/smile ruefully at your experience, whilst moaning bitterly about the current state of affairs and how the cadets have it easy etc etc etc .... but then think "I would not change a thing!" .... well not too many things anyway.
good luck with it and enjoy. I look forward to reading of other peoples experiences here
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You can possibly look forward to several years of people asking:
"Do you want to be a commercial pilot one day?"
If you haven't stopped already, you'll soon avoid telling people what you do for a job...
"Do you want to be a commercial pilot one day?"
If you haven't stopped already, you'll soon avoid telling people what you do for a job...
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Operators who say: "Ahhh she'll be right, being 20Kg's over doesn't matter, don't worry about balance you'll just have to push the nose down constantly during flight!"
"Don't MR the item until it goes for it's 100hrly (this is 5hrs after the last 100hrly), otherwise the plane will be grounded with that item on the MR"
"You've got a charter to here, weather's fine (can't see from here to buggery), just go, if you have to turn back, then turn back"
Do you want me to continue.......
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"Don't MR the item until it goes for it's 100hrly (this is 5hrs after the last 100hrly), otherwise the plane will be grounded with that item on the MR"
"You've got a charter to here, weather's fine (can't see from here to buggery), just go, if you have to turn back, then turn back"
Do you want me to continue.......
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0200hrs, 35 degrees C, 95% humidity, you have just woken up to the sound of leather backs barking, indgenous folk yelling and the smell of burning plasic.
Walk 3km to the airport, wait till 11 o'clock for your 8 am pax.
Delicately load the pillows with the mangy flea, tick, scabies ridden blanket and 30 shopping bags.
Fly for 0.3hrs to destination then repeat.
Get back to your condemed community accomodation to find that someone has broken in, not to steal but to lay a sh1t on the floor next to your toilet. (Yes this did happen to someone)
Go to the only shop to spend your $18,000 per year wage on $5 twin toilet paper packs and $9 250g blocks of chocolate.
Life in the NT.
Walk 3km to the airport, wait till 11 o'clock for your 8 am pax.
Delicately load the pillows with the mangy flea, tick, scabies ridden blanket and 30 shopping bags.
Fly for 0.3hrs to destination then repeat.
Get back to your condemed community accomodation to find that someone has broken in, not to steal but to lay a sh1t on the floor next to your toilet. (Yes this did happen to someone)
Go to the only shop to spend your $18,000 per year wage on $5 twin toilet paper packs and $9 250g blocks of chocolate.
Life in the NT.
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Going to town with the boss and his family, and the bosses wife decides that the pilot can sleep outside in the back of the toyota ute which is parked infront of their motel room. Then it rains
...and they still didn't invite me in!
...and they still didn't invite me in!
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Fly half way around Australia to be told "What job??"
and yes VRB03KT, constantly asked 'do you want to get your commercial pilots licence one day', 'when are you going to fly jumbos' ( like we have a bloody choice to do so )
and that 3 kg piece of freight that weighs 30 kg and then have to argue with the passenger about it.
but, watching the sunrise at fl290 makes it all worth it
cheers
nb20
and yes VRB03KT, constantly asked 'do you want to get your commercial pilots licence one day', 'when are you going to fly jumbos' ( like we have a bloody choice to do so )
and that 3 kg piece of freight that weighs 30 kg and then have to argue with the passenger about it.
but, watching the sunrise at fl290 makes it all worth it
cheers
nb20
From the instructing days,
Wake up at 6 am on a Sunday morning for an 7:30 am lesson with a guy who has no other time 'period' all week to see you. (Thats right he is the client). Get to work 30 mins before and make a coffee. Get back in the car and drive to the shop to get milk which hasn't turned yellow.
Write up brief on board and have all you notes out. Use one colour only for the board because someone has taken all yours.(Mental note, steal someones elses pens this arvo when no one is around).
8am open hangar and review students file for lesson. 8.30am have another coffee due to lack of student in the vicinity. 9am have a look at Pprune (naturally) and chack emails. Have biscuit from the charter catering cupboard, and another, and another.(remember you cant afford breakfast bars)
Look at days schedule and see no more flights for the day and everyone else is off, so nobody to whinge too. Get a phone call at midday from student asking what time his flight was. Says he can make it about 5pm after he has done some chores.
Sit by the phone and take Noise complaints and Enquires from 10 year old nuffies on all the ins and outs of a 150 Commercial Package.
5 30pm student rocks up and explains how the lesson will go and how much Flight sim has helped since the last debacle. Brief student for 45 mins (this allows 30 mins of mobile phone calls he will make during the said brief)
Do the flight involving Intro to Radio calls to tower during MBZ hours because they have already gone home. Have the student get sick and lightheaded because of those excessive rate 1 turns. ("The G's are huge mate")
Debrief on lesson and recommend earlier flight when its smoother and cooler. Books in at 7:30am next Sunday without fail.
Repeat above exercise a few times, but hey its not all bad. You still get to fly.
Wake up at 6 am on a Sunday morning for an 7:30 am lesson with a guy who has no other time 'period' all week to see you. (Thats right he is the client). Get to work 30 mins before and make a coffee. Get back in the car and drive to the shop to get milk which hasn't turned yellow.
Write up brief on board and have all you notes out. Use one colour only for the board because someone has taken all yours.(Mental note, steal someones elses pens this arvo when no one is around).
8am open hangar and review students file for lesson. 8.30am have another coffee due to lack of student in the vicinity. 9am have a look at Pprune (naturally) and chack emails. Have biscuit from the charter catering cupboard, and another, and another.(remember you cant afford breakfast bars)
Look at days schedule and see no more flights for the day and everyone else is off, so nobody to whinge too. Get a phone call at midday from student asking what time his flight was. Says he can make it about 5pm after he has done some chores.
Sit by the phone and take Noise complaints and Enquires from 10 year old nuffies on all the ins and outs of a 150 Commercial Package.
5 30pm student rocks up and explains how the lesson will go and how much Flight sim has helped since the last debacle. Brief student for 45 mins (this allows 30 mins of mobile phone calls he will make during the said brief)
Do the flight involving Intro to Radio calls to tower during MBZ hours because they have already gone home. Have the student get sick and lightheaded because of those excessive rate 1 turns. ("The G's are huge mate")
Debrief on lesson and recommend earlier flight when its smoother and cooler. Books in at 7:30am next Sunday without fail.
Repeat above exercise a few times, but hey its not all bad. You still get to fly.
PPRuNe Handmaiden
That oh so unique parfum of our indigenous passengers. 
The joy of leaving a very annoying white passenger at the community because he thought he was too important to get to the airfield on time. (it wasn't his charter). He never did it again.
The joy of leaving a very annoying white passenger at the community because he thought he was too important to get to the airfield on time. (it wasn't his charter). He never did it again.
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I think you generally should look forward to aircraft that are 30 years old having things break because they are just old and farcked and being blamed one hundred percent for the breakage. It wouldn't be because its actually old and brittle now would it?
A favourite of mine was to spend a whole day standing in a hangar with lames working on aircraft- 40 C with a neat pair of pants and shirt on and a cv and log book in one hand waiting to see the chief pilot to only get 3 minutes with him and then he says no we are not looking at the moment. He walked past me 15 times oevr a 9 hour period. The best part is that you are trying to sort of look semi interested and come up with zaney questions about engines to engineers who just want you to fark off out of the way. Its priceless you really feel that your hard work and investment is really paying off.
God I could go on and on.
Now you've got me started.
A favourite of mine was to spend a whole day standing in a hangar with lames working on aircraft- 40 C with a neat pair of pants and shirt on and a cv and log book in one hand waiting to see the chief pilot to only get 3 minutes with him and then he says no we are not looking at the moment. He walked past me 15 times oevr a 9 hour period. The best part is that you are trying to sort of look semi interested and come up with zaney questions about engines to engineers who just want you to fark off out of the way. Its priceless you really feel that your hard work and investment is really paying off.
God I could go on and on.
Now you've got me started.
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Your student wants to make a booking for two weeks on Sunday.
You tell them "I'm free all day and there are aircraft available most of the day".
They reply "How about 7.30am?"
The boss is right behind you and you have no reason to say no. It will be the night after your best mate's birthday...
Two weeks later you leave the Birthday party just as things are warming up. You arrive at the airport at 7.30am, have a coffee while waiting for the student. 8am passes by and you find their phone number in the records...
"Oh" they say, "I phoned up and cancelled that flight on Tuesday"
You tell them "I'm free all day and there are aircraft available most of the day".
They reply "How about 7.30am?"
The boss is right behind you and you have no reason to say no. It will be the night after your best mate's birthday...
Two weeks later you leave the Birthday party just as things are warming up. You arrive at the airport at 7.30am, have a coffee while waiting for the student. 8am passes by and you find their phone number in the records...
"Oh" they say, "I phoned up and cancelled that flight on Tuesday"
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CAVOK- 7:30am on a Sunday morning? Luxury, luxury...
I have had students that love the 6am Sunday morning time slot and the boss/secretary have no problem at all with that....
(and on a Sat/Sun I only hit 6am from one side...)
I have had students that love the 6am Sunday morning time slot and the boss/secretary have no problem at all with that....
(and on a Sat/Sun I only hit 6am from one side...)
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I don't 'do students' so I won't comment on that track of GA; but.....
Out of bed at 0500, 3 x S (ask someone what the 'S's are), cycle 5 km to airport, preflight (30 yr old) aeroplane, note zero PUS's or placarded instruments (yes there are some owners who will spend the required $$ on maintenance), sip thermos coffee while brushing frost off windscreen and watch the pink-sunrise-hued jets tracking overhead at FL30+, leaving contrails from horizon to horizon while it's still dark and -5 degrees on the ground.
Load up on-time pax and within-weight baggage, take-off into the unbelieveably cerise blue sky, climbing at 1500f/m, no turbulence. Level out at ToC, watch GPS pick up extra 30kt GS from favourable wind, look at clocks and dials all perfectly behaved and listen to smooth synchronised drone of nice, new engines.
Look down at the world just stirring, check out the spectacular sunrise. At destination, unload and relax in aircon pilot lounge, catch a nice meal at the local eatery, before loading return crew and watching all the colours again in reverse as the sun slips below the horizon behind you & you jag another favourable wind home.
Day off, followed by on-call and a night job, taking off at MTOW and at max IFR range for reserves / alts due the p!ssing down rain and 40kt headwinds, followed by a 3 hour churn through the muck and dark and descent to a remote airstrip with a poxy NDB and one GPS NPA approach direction, just getting the lights at the NPA mins and having to do the VCA to land into the howling, blustery wind that is just far enough off beam to make it a poxy x-wind as well. Sitting in the aircraft chewing on a stale peanut paste sanger and a bottle of water, waiting for a couple of hours for the pax to show cause they decided to have dinner before they left. Taking off again into the even worse slag, bucking and thumping through the crud for a couple more hours while the pax taketurns chundering and swearing about how 'the last guy gave them a much smoother ride and why cant you do the same', sweat-slicked control yoke squirming in your grasp as you pray you'll catch the lights off the DGA because the alternate has just been SPECI-ed out of the equation and finally get the thing back on the deck, followed by cleaning out the spew bags and coke cans, refuelling for the next guys early morning departure and riding home in the freezing rain in time to get the kids out of bed.
It has its ups and downs, but I wouldn't be anywhere else.
Out of bed at 0500, 3 x S (ask someone what the 'S's are), cycle 5 km to airport, preflight (30 yr old) aeroplane, note zero PUS's or placarded instruments (yes there are some owners who will spend the required $$ on maintenance), sip thermos coffee while brushing frost off windscreen and watch the pink-sunrise-hued jets tracking overhead at FL30+, leaving contrails from horizon to horizon while it's still dark and -5 degrees on the ground.
Load up on-time pax and within-weight baggage, take-off into the unbelieveably cerise blue sky, climbing at 1500f/m, no turbulence. Level out at ToC, watch GPS pick up extra 30kt GS from favourable wind, look at clocks and dials all perfectly behaved and listen to smooth synchronised drone of nice, new engines.
Look down at the world just stirring, check out the spectacular sunrise. At destination, unload and relax in aircon pilot lounge, catch a nice meal at the local eatery, before loading return crew and watching all the colours again in reverse as the sun slips below the horizon behind you & you jag another favourable wind home.
Day off, followed by on-call and a night job, taking off at MTOW and at max IFR range for reserves / alts due the p!ssing down rain and 40kt headwinds, followed by a 3 hour churn through the muck and dark and descent to a remote airstrip with a poxy NDB and one GPS NPA approach direction, just getting the lights at the NPA mins and having to do the VCA to land into the howling, blustery wind that is just far enough off beam to make it a poxy x-wind as well. Sitting in the aircraft chewing on a stale peanut paste sanger and a bottle of water, waiting for a couple of hours for the pax to show cause they decided to have dinner before they left. Taking off again into the even worse slag, bucking and thumping through the crud for a couple more hours while the pax taketurns chundering and swearing about how 'the last guy gave them a much smoother ride and why cant you do the same', sweat-slicked control yoke squirming in your grasp as you pray you'll catch the lights off the DGA because the alternate has just been SPECI-ed out of the equation and finally get the thing back on the deck, followed by cleaning out the spew bags and coke cans, refuelling for the next guys early morning departure and riding home in the freezing rain in time to get the kids out of bed.
It has its ups and downs, but I wouldn't be anywhere else.
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Is GA really as bad as that?
It’s all that and worse.
You wake up at 430 for the 7th day in a row, your head sore, and mouth dry. While standing hunched over, eyes half closed in the shower trying to wake up you find yourself trying to sip the warm shower water in a vein attempt to provide some hydration to your cells which had the water sucked out of them the night before by 30 cans of beer.
Depending on the season there’s either going to be a freezing pre dawn desert chill, or an uncomfortably hot and humid wind to meet you at the airport. Staring at the forecasts between gulps of sweet instant coffee flavoured with powdered milk you try hard to get your brain working out the alternate requirements. Giving up in frustration it seems nowhere has more than a couple of lines to the TAF so it should be all OK.
Out at the aircraft as the beautiful sun rises for another glorious outback day, you find yourself cursing at the dam horrible light that now invades your red bloodshot eyes. The MR is as clean and crisp as it was the last time you flew the heap of ****, so you try and think back to what the verbal MR had on it- that’s what your mates were telling you were wrong with it down the pub last night.
The passengers rock up late, you greet them in the office with your dark sunnies on to cover your red slits of eyes that have by now retreated deep into your skull. The half a packet of PK you started chewing to hide any residual fumes has been masticated into a white dry slop that sticks to the roof of your mouth. As you’re about to board one of the passengers asks if we could go to Outofthefrikkenwayinthemiddleofnowherehole on the way to Evenabigastinkahottahole to pick up a person. You run back into the office and print the lat and long off FP2000 and race back into the aircraft.
After 10 attempts at closing the door, you get two passengers to use all their weight to hold it shut while you kick the handle closed. You remember being told how the door was f@cked the night before at the pub. Taxiing out you enter the lat and long for Outofthefrikkenwayinthemiddleofnowherehole into the trusty garmin and die when you see 440nm staring back.
After take off you select the gear up and the motor keeps winding, pulling the CB you remember that was another thing that was f@cked but was going to be fixed real soon.
After leveling off you flick on the trusty nav o matic and instantly turn it off again as you snap roll to the left.
Two and a half agonizing hours of “Australia All Over with Macca” tuned into the ADF later, you fly a rough circuit and sh$t yourself once again when the gear doesn’t come down- until your remember to reset the CB.
On the ground your passengers take off without a thought of you. Wandering into the community by picking a path through rotting meat, dirty nappies and dog sh$t while breathing through the mouth to avoid the putrid rotting stench and avoiding the mangy camp dogs fighting and rooting in front of you every step of the way, try and find suitable accommodation. Most places this means the nurse’s house. If lucky it might mean a couch and imparja for 10 hours while you wait. If not, it might mean the back seat of the stinking hot plane, your sleep interrupted every now and then by kids shouting “pylet! pylet!”
As the sun is about to set your passengers turn up, a once up and down the strip to clear the camels you blast off for home.
That’s what you have to look forward to before you make it!
It’s all that and worse.
You wake up at 430 for the 7th day in a row, your head sore, and mouth dry. While standing hunched over, eyes half closed in the shower trying to wake up you find yourself trying to sip the warm shower water in a vein attempt to provide some hydration to your cells which had the water sucked out of them the night before by 30 cans of beer.
Depending on the season there’s either going to be a freezing pre dawn desert chill, or an uncomfortably hot and humid wind to meet you at the airport. Staring at the forecasts between gulps of sweet instant coffee flavoured with powdered milk you try hard to get your brain working out the alternate requirements. Giving up in frustration it seems nowhere has more than a couple of lines to the TAF so it should be all OK.
Out at the aircraft as the beautiful sun rises for another glorious outback day, you find yourself cursing at the dam horrible light that now invades your red bloodshot eyes. The MR is as clean and crisp as it was the last time you flew the heap of ****, so you try and think back to what the verbal MR had on it- that’s what your mates were telling you were wrong with it down the pub last night.
The passengers rock up late, you greet them in the office with your dark sunnies on to cover your red slits of eyes that have by now retreated deep into your skull. The half a packet of PK you started chewing to hide any residual fumes has been masticated into a white dry slop that sticks to the roof of your mouth. As you’re about to board one of the passengers asks if we could go to Outofthefrikkenwayinthemiddleofnowherehole on the way to Evenabigastinkahottahole to pick up a person. You run back into the office and print the lat and long off FP2000 and race back into the aircraft.
After 10 attempts at closing the door, you get two passengers to use all their weight to hold it shut while you kick the handle closed. You remember being told how the door was f@cked the night before at the pub. Taxiing out you enter the lat and long for Outofthefrikkenwayinthemiddleofnowherehole into the trusty garmin and die when you see 440nm staring back.
After take off you select the gear up and the motor keeps winding, pulling the CB you remember that was another thing that was f@cked but was going to be fixed real soon.
After leveling off you flick on the trusty nav o matic and instantly turn it off again as you snap roll to the left.
Two and a half agonizing hours of “Australia All Over with Macca” tuned into the ADF later, you fly a rough circuit and sh$t yourself once again when the gear doesn’t come down- until your remember to reset the CB.
On the ground your passengers take off without a thought of you. Wandering into the community by picking a path through rotting meat, dirty nappies and dog sh$t while breathing through the mouth to avoid the putrid rotting stench and avoiding the mangy camp dogs fighting and rooting in front of you every step of the way, try and find suitable accommodation. Most places this means the nurse’s house. If lucky it might mean a couch and imparja for 10 hours while you wait. If not, it might mean the back seat of the stinking hot plane, your sleep interrupted every now and then by kids shouting “pylet! pylet!”
As the sun is about to set your passengers turn up, a once up and down the strip to clear the camels you blast off for home.
That’s what you have to look forward to before you make it!
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And then there are the good times:
- The face on your student after their first solo.
- Cruising home, high altitude, 40kt tail wind, fantastic view, getting paid.
- The 'Nod of Recognition / Sympathy' from a regional pilot when you shut down next to them. He's probably just thinking "That thing's still waiting for the respray they talked about 10 years ago"
- VFR on top and thinking to yourself that this is exactly what it looks like at Flight Levels.
- Your passengers turn up; they are all good looking backpackers.
- Flying low level or putting in a few steep turns just because you can...
- Having less stripes than a coach driver and being mistaken for a security guard / Taxi driver...
- The face on your student after their first solo.
- Cruising home, high altitude, 40kt tail wind, fantastic view, getting paid.
- The 'Nod of Recognition / Sympathy' from a regional pilot when you shut down next to them. He's probably just thinking "That thing's still waiting for the respray they talked about 10 years ago"
- VFR on top and thinking to yourself that this is exactly what it looks like at Flight Levels.
- Your passengers turn up; they are all good looking backpackers.
- Flying low level or putting in a few steep turns just because you can...
- Having less stripes than a coach driver and being mistaken for a security guard / Taxi driver...
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and dont forget the 18 hf filght plan amendments..
nothing worse than being told 'we'll be back at 5pm, so your duty will be right', so you wait all day in the terminal, hoping the cafe will open (which it doesn't, but you can see the cokes in the fridge, so you try to work out if you can break in and leave your dollar on the bench ), only to find the pax went to dinner and booze up, turn up at 730pm and then wonder why you cannot depart. you try and keep it secret but the chief pilot says' why dont you just wait there until you have been there for ten hours? then you can sign on again. Yippee, no food, ****hole for ten hours!!!!!
but then you get airborne, and all of that is forgotten
nothing worse than being told 'we'll be back at 5pm, so your duty will be right', so you wait all day in the terminal, hoping the cafe will open (which it doesn't, but you can see the cokes in the fridge, so you try to work out if you can break in and leave your dollar on the bench ), only to find the pax went to dinner and booze up, turn up at 730pm and then wonder why you cannot depart. you try and keep it secret but the chief pilot says' why dont you just wait there until you have been there for ten hours? then you can sign on again. Yippee, no food, ****hole for ten hours!!!!!
but then you get airborne, and all of that is forgotten