Originally Posted by tomgoodman (Post 2973110)

A cardboard box? You were lucky.....:D

Originally Posted by WhiskyWhisky (Post 2972708)

2 1/2 years off the street, currently at a regional, accepted offer at a Legacy carrier. Times are amazing compared to 10 years ago, the 90's, and even the 80's. Wasn't long ago you had to put in 10 to 15 years and 5000 hours at a regional to move up to a Legacy. Now, seeing many of us with just 2 years in the industry, committing a year or two in at a regional, and moving up to the majors with job offers.


Anyone else seeing similar cockpit social-industry behavior lately such as: 7 to 15 year captains at regional with chip on their shoulder after being turned down by major and are "stuck". Some don't have 4-year degrees and a few have 'a record' or 'history', but got hired on with a regional in the late 90's, or early 2000's. 10 to 15 years (some 20+) at a regional, and are hoping for that break they've waited for all their life. But now, new-hire FO's in the right seat, with 4-year degrees, positive attitudes, are moving on to the majors.


It has to be bitter-sweet for the guys at the majors as well knowing what they sacrificed years ago to get to where they are. But now witnessing first-hand 2-year regional FO's flowing to the majors. Not long ago, when flying turboprops at Mesaba, Great Lakes, ASA, Comair, etc, for $15,000 a year. Pay-For-Training was rampant. I grossed $103,000 as a new hire regional FO last year. Amazing.


Is it just me? Or, anyone seeing similar socioeconomic behavior out in the field? Interesting Times, Bitterness, & Success.

Originally Posted by As Briefed (Post 2973124)

No it is spelled incorrectly twice.
There are many ways to write today’s date. There is one correct way with the FAA.

Originally Posted by TransWorld (Post 2973146)

I remember sledding down the hill on a shovel, using the handle in front to us like holding onto the reigns of a horse. Of course, that was after shoveling out the manure in the barn, with that same shovel.

We grabbed breakfast at the door from our mother, which we ate as we walked to school, uphill in the snow.

Once we got into the schoolhouse, we took off our coats, but left our boots on. After a half an hour, that coal fired pot belly stove started heating up the one room. The manure started to melt off our boots, and stayed with us all day long. We thought that is the way book learning is supported to smell.