Originally Posted by
JohnBurke
I'm still happy when I go to work, and I still love to fly, yes.
I'm happy when I get a dispatch to some podunk tree in some podunk forest that exists as a set of coordinates on a map, and satisfied by the smell of smoke in the cockpit. I don't mind a bit going to work, and I enjoy coming home. I've never liked to travel, but I do like to fly.
And yeah, I've done a lot of small towns that were tiny enough that not even the truck stop carried a used paperback. Not a problem. Send me again.
It's not a child's grin. I'm not a child. I've been doing this a long time. Been around the block and around the world a few times. For decades. It hasn't grown old. I don't expect it to. It's comfortable, familiar. If someone is sick of it after two years, they're in for a sorry life.
When does that sad outlook kick in again? Past the fourth decade, or beyond?
When did yours start?
For some of us this is a vocation, not a hobby. Uncle Kenn is about to fix this with our new payscales starting in January. I know this is not a major airline job and The pay and benefits won't be exactly the same, but in this market, we will be close considering the QOL.