What’s On?

I am now well into my third month of unemployment and am proud to say that I have no idea if there’s anything good on on daytime television. Aside from a minor identity crisis and the aggravating toll that job hunting takes, this time off has been very rewarding and completely needed. The most surprising part of this experience for me has been how crazy busy I have been. I haven’t even begun my preconceived list of things to do once unemployed…you know, file those piles of papers, clean out the closets, finish the wedding photo album that was started a year and a half ago, etc.  Instead, I am pleased to report that I am outside and exercising on a much regular basis now as well as spending time with loved ones and friends that I never had the time to spend before.

Life could definitely be worse!

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Who Am I?

With only two days left in this journey, I am facing a bit of an identity crisis. This blog, I’m afraid, has been a bit neglected simply because what do I do with a blog from an airline pilot’s perspective once you strip away the airline pilot? Officially, my new title becomes “Furloughed Airline Pilot”….does that leave me with a nugget of my former identity?

The big question is now “In what direction do I take this blog?”.   Is a travel-less travel blog appropriate?

Ideas? Anyone?

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It’s Official

The mailman was kind enough to bring my certified letter from the company informing me that I am officially laid off on April 1st. April Fool’s Day????  Seriously?

Since then I have hit the ground running….on the phone, emailing, filling out job applications, sending out resumes, and of course, lest we not forget “Networking”. I have almost become a permanent fixture at the airport chatting with people I know, engaging the people I don’t know.

I am entering the end of one era, and the beginning of another. Should be interesting!

Anyone know of anyone hiring? :)

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Should I be Embarrassed?

I walked up to my favorite Starbucks in the  Phoenix airport today where my trusty, loyal and always working barista says “Hi Andrea, do you want your Cinnamon Dolce hot or iced today?”.  Um….wow. I realize that I do frequent that particular Starbucks every chance I get when I am in Phoenix (the other locations in the airport just don’t make the drinks correctly!), but it appears that I just might indeed have a problem. Or I need to come up with a new drink selection, and fast!  Any suggestions? And, no “Tall Coffee” does NOT cut it with me-I am not truly happy until I have parted with the $5 burning a hole in my pocket. Mind you, this weird must-have Starbucks fixation that I have only happens when I am working. I rarely go there on my off time. So, because I NEED this to properly do my job, wouldn’t that count as a write-off?

When the barista at Starbucks knows you by the $5 frou-frou drink you order, is that a bad thing?

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US 1549

There is nothing worse than hearing that a plane has gone down. Those few minutes clawing at any information you can get are gut-wrenching. Yet, somehow out on the Hudson river last week while floating along there were many people who managed to barely get wet. Call it what you will, a miracle, luck, act of God- at the end of the day we are all grateful that what was most probable to happen did not happen that day.

As I sit around the airports killing time and people watching, it is so nice to overhear conversations of thanks and gratefulness and respect- something we airline pilots have not experienced in quite some time. On one hand, it is really sad that it takes an accident like this one to earn some respect amongst the traveling public…on the other hand, I’ll take what I can get!

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BOS

Today I am finishing up a four day trip and will hopefully make it back home tonight. Standing in my way? A winter storm in Boston, where I happen to be at the moment. Boston….love this town. The buildings, the history, and so much to do. Even the accent makes me smile. I love every chance I get to spend some time in this town.

At the moment, I am a dorky cliche’ sitting here watching the snow fall outside my hotel window with a cup of hot cocoa. Being a Californian, it is a treat to be able to experience the snow a couple of times per year. That is, until I am the one in my dorky pilot’s uniform (seriously, a suit? Can we please move on?) going outside in the ten degree or less weather to preflight the airplane. I trudge through the snow, sand, and sometimes de-icing fluid with the wind usually whipping at my face trying to pay attention to my duty at hand instead of trying to finish as fast as possible to get back to the relative comfort of my aluminum chariot. As I run back up the jetway stairs from my preflight adventure, I am reminded of why I don’t live back East and am appreciative of my mild California home. Once inside the chariot, I will proceed to make myself a cup of hot cocoa…obviously a big thing with me in the winter. Oh, and that would be on top of my coffee intake which of course, is a requirement to be able to do my job :)

Wish me luck tonight!

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Good Tidings!

I am going to go out on a limb here and wish everyone a Merry Christmas!  Very un-PC of me, but no matter which holiday you celebrate, I believe a good old fashion Merry Christmas is in order :)

I will be frolicking around our great nation (Canada too on this trip) taking people to here from there in order to be with their loved ones for the Holidays. My goal is to bring a little cheer to the masses at the airports and hotels wherever I go. First, I will start here:

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

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Amazing…

I witnessed a rare display of gratefulness and humanity that I just have to share…it made my day, quite possibly my month.

I was standing around in one of the concourses at the Phoenix airport while waiting for my airplane to arrive. Meanwhile, an airplane had parked a few gates down and the majority of the passengers getting off that airplane were military personnel coming home on leave. As these “kids” (they are definitely getting younger, because I am surely not getting older!) were streaming into the terminal in the uniform of the various branches, I watched as every other passenger in that particular building stood up and applauded until the very last one came off that airplane.  I was completely moved and in awe that we, as Americans with all of our faults still have a deep sense of patriotism no matter what. I was so proud to witness and be a part of a small gesture to show our troops that they are appreciated.

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Conversations with a Seven Year Old

Part of my job includes a bit of PR duty, especially with the kiddies. Not too often, but every once in awhile when we’re getting ready for the next flight, a child will come up to the cockpit and take a look around. Most of the time, they are shy and don’t really know why Mom and/or Dad made them go visit the scary pilots in the front of the big airplane. Usually, I just let them sit in my seat and ask Mom if she has a camera, then a few pictures are taken, the kid tries to leave as fast as they can while the parents excitedly thank us for giving this experience to their child.

Today, however, was a different and rewarding experience for me. While in Pittsburgh, getting ready to go to San Fransisco this little boy showed up in the cockpit all by himself and started talking to us. The guy I was flying with did the usual of offering up his seat, which the boy promptly climbed right on up and started having a great time playing with the various controls and buttons.

We find out that his name is Noah and that he has flown on Northwest, Air Canada, and Japan Airlines to name a few. Noah is a world traveler at seven years old. He then asks us what would happen if we ran out of gas. We tell him that we have enough gas to fly for six hours but our flight will only take four and a half. To which he counters with, “yeah, but what if you still run out?”.

Somewhere in there, Noah’s Mom appears and talks to us for a few minutes and during that time I watch as Noah figures out how to strap himself into the five-point seatbelt harness as well as how to get the seat to move around (very impressive, took me awhile and this little guy is seven!).

It may not be much, but Noah reminded me of when I was a little girl flying out to visit Grandma. I always asked to go see the cockpit (when you could actually do that in flight), and was so excited when I got back to my seat. It was such a treat for me to see that kind of excitement and curiosity in a child.

Of course, being the smartass that I am, when Noah and his Mom were turning to go back to their seats I just couldn’t resist:   “So Noah, have you ever been to a Turkish prison?”       Luckily, the adults all got a laugh from my Airplane reference and the look on Noah’s face was priceless :)

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Gobble Gobble!

Happy Thanksgiving! The Holidays are officially here!  As I type from my hotel room in the Chicago-land area, I hope you are all surrounded with loved ones and enormous piles of food that will last for a week :)

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