I miss the early morning phone calls, "Captain, we need to get you to Addis. Can you take the train?"

From Liege.

In Belgium.

Or take a cab to Mumbai. From Chennai.

Sure, no problem!

My personal favorite? Scheduler calls me up, frustrated to no end. "I'm trying to find you a direct flight from Miami to Ft. Lauderdale, but for the life of me I can't find any! I can get you a connecting flight; which do you prefer? Mexico City or Atlanta?"

In the interest of fairness, while GLHmoore's post is pretty much 100% spot on accurate for typical life on the line at Suddern (at least on the Whale), this was back seven or eight years ago; Suddern lost the Malaysia contract in oh, about 2011 I believe. When Suddern was still headquarterd in Norwalk, they had Work Release convicts working scheduling over there; "what be the Zulu time where you be at?" was a fairly common question...

Oh I'm sure Suddern can still screw up a wet dream with ease, but I'd bet money that things aren't as jacked up on the DHL side of the house as they ever were on the 747 side...

But man, thanks for the long read. Sure brought back some fond memories!