With all those different kind of inspections, it’s no wonder Hans gets confused. I know I am. But then, I’m not running a charter operation. I’m sure glad my car doesn’t need an inspection every 100 hours. It’s annoying enough to have to do it once a year! But cars don’t drop out of the sky if something goes wrong, so there’s that.
Fortunately, I have found a shop nearby where they don’t try to sell me unnecessary services and that is within walking distance from my home. I don’t know about you, but whenever I found a business where I like the people, they don’t try to push stuff on me and they do a good job, I feel weirdly happy. Maybe because that’s so rare? Haha. I don’t usually bash businesses, but I sure leave positive online reviews of the ones I like.
Boy, have I strayed from the original topic again! Let’s see if I can take it a step further. Online reviews usually provide a ranking with stars, and stars usually star in movies. Has anyone seen that last new movie out of Hollywood? I haven’t, because all I do is work and spend time with my kids, which includes the odd diaper inspection, which certainly should be done more frequently than every 100 hours. And so we’ve come full circle …
It’s amazing how easily Chuck gets distracted. But don’t we all know that guy in a way?
I have had countless situations where people started out with the intention of helping, yet when you actually need them they are missing doing something else. I also know people who HAVE to answer the phone if it is ringing and just cannot let the call go to voicemail no matter how unimportant that call may be. Apparently all calls are important for some people. My favorite was when this happened while I was teaching a class. Really? Somebody better be in the hospital if you can’t wait the few minutes until the module is done or at least let me finish my sentence. By now you might be able to tell that this is a pet peeve of mine.
Ok, rant over back to Chuck:
I think what we have here is another example of Chuck starting out with the best of intentions. Yet, being the quintessential Type A Personality pilot that he is, he gets distracted often by shiny objects or planes flying over. Maybe he wasn’t feeling like he was contributing enough to Julio’s operation and therefore had little reservation about taking a call? But my guess is that there isn’t all that much of a thought process going on in Chuck’s bird brain. Wait! Was that my phone? Gotta go!
This is not the first time we have touched on the subject of our over-reliance on technical gadgets and smart phones. I am in the middle of wiggling my way through the annual CTS online training classes for my FAR 135 charter pilot currency and I am more or less surprised that the subject of distractions in the cockpit increasingly keeps popping up among the questions. It is nice to have all that technology available as long as it doesn’t keep you from looking out the cockpit window (I know, I know, unless you’re IFR).
Yet in Chuck’s case demonstrated here today one must wonder if he simply forgot to look out of the window, or if he used his app to his advantage to get out of washing the planes. Maybe he simply didn’t refresh his weather report since it said what he wanted it to say in the morning?
What do you guys think?
I don’t know how many of you are aware that we have something of a “spin off” series from Chicken Wings, called “Moments in Aviation History”. We rarely ever put any strips on our website, but Mike sends some of them to Trade-A-Plane, and they are a regular feature in the German aviation history magazine Flugzeug Classic. We’re slowly building up a repertoire big enough to make a whole book with them, but it will still take a little while. It may or may not come out before Chicken Wings number six.
Anyway, here’s one cartoon from the series. For those of you who, like us, always wondered where this particular peculiar tradition stems from.
Who doesn’t love new equipment? Whether it’s tools or gadgets, nothing seems to satisfy the hunter and gatherer instinct better than stumbling across a nice tool discounted at a hardware store or getting the latest new technological gadget that has more computing power than all the world’s computers of a generation ago combined. I have to admit that I hoard a few tools in my basement, that I have never used. But oh, what glorious feeling, if one day, during a project, you actually DO need one of those tools! I’m not so much of a tech gadget geek, but that’s simply out of budget constraints.
The world is full of thankless tasks. But if you work a thankless job, at least you get paid! Not enough, I’m sure, but let’s be honest, who really feels like they get paid enough for the job they do? I’m sure some people do, but those are probably smart enough not to talk about it.
As I heard somewhere, the trick to deal with disappointment is to just lower your expectations. I’m pretty sure that is Julio’s strategy in regards to Chuck and Hans, haha!
Oh boy! All the places I used to work you’d probably get lynched by the maintenance staff if you took ANY of their tools, let alone a whole bunch, without asking them first. The one thing that is worse than being in the middle of a project and not having the right tool you need for the job is being in the middle of a project and not having the tool you need EVEN THOUGH you KNOW you own the tool but it’s gone because somebody just took it without asking!!
And bringing a tool you used back completely dirty, or worse, covered in pro-seal? You might as well just pack your bags and find a new job because you’re not going back to that hangar again…
I do have to give it to Chuck though for his quick thinking on a response for this one. My wife is very good at turning things around like that as well. 😉
German must be a daunting language to learn. If I hadn’t been born a native German speaker (if you can call Austrians that, but that’s a topic for another time, haha), I don’t think I would bother to learn it. Sadly, I never found (or made) the time to study more languages. My English is pretty decent, and I’ve studied Japanese for a few years, most of which I forgot again, unfortunately. While I use English all the time, I just had no opportunity or necessity to maintain my Japanese. But I always wanted to try at least one more. Now, being self-employed and with all the responsibilities of being a grown-up and a dad, I can’t even find the time to go see a movie, so it seems that this item on my list will have to be pushed back. Maybe until retirement, or until one of my sons brings home a non-native girlfriend. Many years, in any case.
If I were to choose a new language to learn, I would pick one that “unlocks” the most people or countries. So I’d probably go for Spanish (boom! 500 million people to talk to) or Chinese (1 billion). Or maybe one that’s useful in the close neighborhood, such as Italian or French? Well, I don’t have to choose quickly anyway.
I wonder if mankind will ever grow out of its tribal nature. I would be willing to bet that it won’t happen in the foreseeable future. And a tribe doesn’t work when everybody’s a leader, so it only makes evolutionary sense that most people have a tendency to follow and, in a way, to behave as a flock. I’m sure it’s the same thing for chickens!
The idea for this strip came from a story a helicopter old timer told me about one of his old logging captains who was really nasty to his copilots and mechanics. Apparently there was a time in this company where the captain was above the law and a flying god who was not to be talked to unless addressed by said captain first. He never cleaned the aircraft or helped and to add insult to injury, he constantly just threw all his trash into the chin bubble because he was too lazy to even take out his own trash. I am glad I never had to work with a guy like that.
But I think in Chuck’s case he had the, in his mind, good intention of throwing the trash out rather than clutter up the cockpit. Yet throwing it out the window might not go over well with most of us. There are actually surprisingly few FAA rules about dropping objects from an aircraft. They simply read almost like “Make sure you don’t hit anybody!”. In Chucks case however, he might run into other city or state laws like littering and such …