Check it out if you have time to read this:
A father doing the right thing against idiots that think they aren't accountable for their actions...
https://38pitches.wordpress.com/2015/03/01/the-world-we-live-in-man-has-it-changed/
Check it out if you have time to read this:
A father doing the right thing against idiots that think they aren't accountable for their actions...
https://38pitches.wordpress.com/2015/03/01/the-world-we-live-in-man-has-it-changed/
Whoa, I found this buried in my Draft folder....
ORIGINALLY WRITTEN OCTOBER 14, 2006
Every morning, I am left with an overwhelming sense of dread as I drive to work. It's not so much the commute anymore but the sheer fact that I am surrounded by a group of toxic people. I understand with the Nontract and all that FAA shit is rapidly decreasing their morale, but I don't appreciate the jabs at me (and other trainees I'm sure) asking when I'm quitting and why don't I look for employment elsewhere. Or snide comments like, "I would have left already if I were you..."
A lot has happened since the last time I posted: I filed an official complaint to the EEOC and it was denied by them because they claimed it wasn't severe or frequent enough to warrant a valid claim. (???) So I hired a lawyer who's handled many FAA cases before and he wrote a kick-@ss document appealing their rejection. So that's currently on the back burner. A waiting game.
So I am finally fully certified at work. I got it last year June 29th, 2011. Had a big drunken fest and everyone came to celebrate. YAY! It is such a relief to be done with training but that doesn't mean I don't scare myself a little every once in a while.
Oh right, had a baby too. But any of my subscribers would already know this. She's THREE. Yeah, not really a baby.... Love her silly and can't believe how fast she's growing.
Psyched about out upcoming family trip to Phoenix. Oldest nephew is graduating High School! WOW! I'm looking forward to the 10 days we'll be in the sun and fun. Can't wait to splash in the pool. Just hope Char will warm up to the idea of swimming this time. (She has nightmares of being left out in the middle of the pool by herself....)
Have I lost my writing skills? This is a subpar (dull) entry. Gosh, I hope it isn't emailed to my subscribers. How embarrassing....
Will collect my thoughts and write about something more exciting.....
Toodles!
Wow, I haven't checked this thing in 10 months!!!
A lot has happened since....I finally got my first two sectors so I can work alone without someone breathing down my neck. For the time being, I'm "seasoning" until they feel I'm ready to start training on the high sectors. Just 4 more to go! 2 out of the 8 remaining people in my class got fully certified recently. I have a feeling I'll be the last one.. ![]()
Anyhoo, I'm exhausted and stressed out... time to hit the sack... just wanted to make my presence known again. I really should write more...but it'll be the Same Ol' Sh*t.....
Blah.... I wants a cookie....
It's been a while since I posted anything so, yes, I am still alive..... Firgured I'd catch up on some of my few friends who still post on this thing. So far, I am utterly confused why my friend is "giving birth to blood clots" and how many pairs of sneakers does one really need?
I feel like I've become a hermit. Some friends chalk it up to marriage but I don't think so. It's the G*d forsaken job that's literally sucked my soul into the depths of hell.... My schedule is total crap, I probably won't be able to see my hubby much anymore... and I absolutely HATE quickturns! Whoever invented that should die. Seriously. Painfully....
You'd think after 4 or 5 months of training, I'd improve some.... well, I sure don't feel any improvement happening. Not only that, some trainers live to make you feel like a complete idiot. And they make sure they elevate their voice levels when they say something to you. As if feeling dumb ON MY OWN isn't enough, they have to broadcast it to the rest of my area so they KNOW how completely stupid I am.
This evening, I had a Syracuse push. (Q: Why are there so many people going to Syracuse anyway????) The freaking area that's feeding me these planes have them all coming at me, not in trail mind you, but at all different directions and speeds. Right away, my trainer with his "infinite wisdom" and TOTAL sarcasm snorts: "Let's see how you mess this one up!" Thanks, Tom!!!
I get through it; putting speeds on them and separating them by altitude. Well it doesn't help that the relieving controller who's also plugged in with me is a complete DICKHEAD and can't keep his f*cking comments to himself. He brings it upon himself to ask me little snide questions and comments while I'm trying to clean up this bloody mess. (Don't worry, no one died.) He is the area b*tch... not that I'm stereotyping but seriously, he's WORSE than a woman!
I'm being mean because I'm pissed. I had to muster ALL my energy not to burst into tears right there and then from anger, frustration and from biting my tongue! After briefing that asshole, I yanked my headset out, grabbed my bag and muttered to my trainer that I'll be back in an hour. TOUGH! I think I surprised my trainer a little because he usually sees me as a meek, nervous little mouse.
Rant: I really HATE the atmostphere in this facility and how there is absolutely NO HR or any kind of professionalism. Everyone says what's on their mind and yells and screams or even curses if they want to. No one says anything about it. You'd think a government agency would be scheduled, have a procedure or some kind of structure??? NOPE. Some people should NOT be trainers. All they do is make you feel really dumb and tell you what to do. Not WHY you have to do something but just DO it. This is such a freaking long process. I'm still only at my FIRST sector!!! I have another 5 left. It feels so hopeless sometimes.....Goddamn.... freaking training sucks.....
I am so stressed out.
They moved me to a low sector because I majorly f'd up the high one. They finally realized that trainees should start on a slow sector... preferably the one they trained on in the radar lab. No duh!!!! Everytime a controller found out where I was starting, they TSK and give me tons of negative feedback. Like THANKS.
So I proved the system doesn't work by having a "deal". I was pretty broken up about it for a few weeks but now I'm ready to jump back in. Although I'm so majorly distracted with the whole move to Bayside and all. Ugh. So much CRAP in my apartment. I don't know where to start.
Hopefully the transition will be painless. Poor V's commute just got worse but I'm hoping he'll adjust as I did when I learned I had to drive an hour each way to work.
Another 3 years....
This week started with a giant THUD when I ran traffic during an R-75 problem; like I was deliberately trying to put planes together. Each time it was my turn, I chanted under my breath to "get it together, think clearly, don't get flustered, You can DO this!" (RAH RAH RAH) - but Nope. I ran the problem down into the ground and I got a lot of loud angry sighing from the instructors. At one point, Instructor #2 angrily pulled out his headset and said, "I've had enough of this." and huffs off.
I know we're not supposed to take things they say to heart - the insults I mean. And it's all a "game" and they want to see how much we can take, blah blah blah. But what if I simply cannot do it? What if no matter how much training I have, I just can't devise an intelligent, time saving plan and execute it? So far (like today) I have only proven that I have terrible plans and NO common sense. It was the first time I controlled (fake) traffic with tears welled up in my eyes. It took a lot of energy out of me to not pull out my headset right there and walk away. They probably would have fired me on the spot.
I have to stop all this pansy-ass crying during training. I hear from trainees ahead of me that it only gets worse; having to deal with 60 other personalities on the Area floor. Luckily Instructor #1 resembles a human when he's not training us and we had a LONG talk. I told him what was brewing in my head and he actually encouraged me to stay on. (Not before promising to tell me the truth to my face if I really CAN'T do the job....) He actually told me he knows I can be trained and do this job. But the question is, Do I want it?
I'll see how my progress goes by the end of next week. Our next evaluation is two Tuesdays from now. It'll make or break my decision. (Or it can be decided for me) If I fail, I get one more chance to take the evaluation. Two failures = no job
Man, I need a vacation.
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