I guess this strip would work with many, many other professions as well. My brief brushes with employment gave me enough insight to appreciate my state of self-employment. I’d be lying if I said I enjoy it every day though. There’s some upside to having a regular paycheck, paid sick leave, paid vacation, not having to bother with accounting and taxes, etc. etc. Besides a reliable, I’d say the fact that I’m always on the job is the most grueling part of self-employment. No matter what I do outside my office, a little voice in my head always keeps telling me: You could be working!
But at least I don’t have a boss! Ha!
Who knew Chuck was trying to get as many girls’ phone numbers as possible? Well, I guess we all did, probably. Looking at that stack I am thinking there will be more material about Chuck dating in the near future. I am actually surprised a little that Sally isn’t mad at him. I’d be a little miffed if I had to sift through all those business cards.
Here is a good question: What if there is a chick out there for Chuck? One that puts up with his crazy ideas and his passion? After all, I was able to find one eventually and if I can do it …
So I have to publicly admit here that I am just like Chuck when it comes to business cards. Every year I went to the HAI Helicopter Convention I ended up with a huge stash of business cards. And every year I had the best intentions to categorize them in a certain order for future reference. Yet every year they ended up in a big pile since I never had Sally to help me out. At least that is what I tell myself. It’s only the lack of a Sally-type help. I can still mostly find what I need in that pile but we are far from categorized or alphabetized. Unfortunately I did the same at Oshkosh and ComiCon. Maybe we even missed out on that once-in-a-lifetime Chicken Wings movie deal because my business cards weren’t organized correctly?
Also, are any of you in here still using a Rolodex? Of course Hans wouldn’t go splurge on a fancy online system just yet. My own business card collection has actually become more of a sentimental thing rather than an actual tool for keeping in touch. Almost everything is online these days …
I’ve never been to HAI, but I have walked around my fair share of trade shows and conventions. I wish I was as resourceful as Chuck! I usually contend myself with a backpack. The ideal case is having a base, where you can drop off stuff to pick up on your way out.
Oh, and talking about shows: I have mentioned it here before, but this is probably a good opportunity to remind everyone: I’ll be attending AREO in Friedrichshafen from April 5 to 9! This year, I’ll even have my own table in the artist foyer! It would be great to meet some of you there. If you’re planning on going, you definitely have to stop by at my table and say hi!
I think my brother would be in a better position to write about the helicopter industry, and how much it really is like a big family, in which everyone seems to know everyone else. But he is kinda hard to get a hold of recently, because he is out and about with “family” members. Not at the HAI, which is in full swing right now and at which this strip is set, but in Montana, of all places. You sure get around more as a helicopter pilot than as a comic artist!
I wonder if there’s an almighty godfather in the center of the family. Or maybe I’m thinking about the wrong kind of family here now, haha!
Behold another “Chicken Wings Classic”! This one came way from back in the day, from before the first book even, when we were very aviation specific. The joke plays on the tendency of certain pilots to “duck-under” the minimums on an IFR approach (descend below them) to take a peek to see if they can see the runway. It is based on a belief that there is always a built in “fudge factor” and also the unwillingness to go missed and shoot another approach.
This is obviously very dangerous. In this case it seemed to work out for everybody with them all claiming they broke through the clouds “right at” the minimums.
Did I explain that right?
I’m sure a lot of people will be able to relate to this one. I think I have forgotten more stuff in my life than I remembered. How is that possible, you may ask. Well, by remembering and forgetting things multiple times in a row. Fortunately there are tools like pens and pieces of paper or smartphones which function as an external hard drive for my brain. Talking about external information storage: Considering the pace of technological progress, I sure wonder how long it is going to be until we will have actual external hard drives for our brains and what that will mean for mankind. I’m not sure though if I want to be around to witness that or not.
Anyway, at least I remembered to upload this strip! I did write it down on my to do list for today though.
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?