Well, here we are. It's 6 am and I'm still at work. See, I've been here since 10 pm last night. I've still got 2 and a half hours to go. The bastards have me working the night shift for 2 weeks (after working the early morning shift for 2 weeks.) They seem to think it will help me with my cross-training. The thing is, I'm doing nothing but sitting here reading whatever I can find on the internet. It's rather boring. Ridiculous I'm getting paid this much to do this little.
Before I get any further, let me just publicly state that I've finally gotten around to getting engaged to Dana. 5 and a half years of dating, 4 and a half of those living with her. I just wanted to be certain...yep, that's it.
Ok, back to my bitch session. I'm a zombie. I'm dying a very slow death, wasting away doing absolutely nothing. Granted, my love life is going great, it's the work life that really blows.
Now I know the majority of the population does mindless work that they really don't enjoy. There's some of us that are extremely lucky to have a passion, even a passion that could employ them full time and live a decent living. Unfortunately I kinda gave up on my passion as I was pursuing it.
Ever since the age of 8, I have wanted to fly airplanes. Sure, Top Gun came out and I wanted so badly to be a fighter pilot, but that was never going to happen since I was diagnosed with myopia around age 12. I did the next best thing and joined the Air Force and was able to work on military airplanes. I even got my hands on the controls of a B-52H on the way to Hawaii once.
After I got out of the military, I got accepted to Kansas University's Aerospace Engineering program (one of the top 5 schools in the country for that..) Mistake number 1, I gave up on that once realizing I couldn't afford an apartment by myself while going to school full time. So a couple years later I find myself in a 4 year program at Kansas State. Professional Pilot program...wow, couldn't believe I was finally there. I was soooo into it. I stayed late, went in early, commuted an hour each way (in Kansas, that's like 70 miles.) I got straight A's the whole way through. I hated going through the classes with these punk ass 18 year olds (I was like...24), but it was worth it, I was flying planes! August 15th, 2002 I successfully passed the checkride, and was granted my Private Pilot Certificate. The next day I started working on my instrument rating.
Fast forward a couple months, and my back starts acting up again (I'd had surgery on June 15th, 2001.) Yes, I do tend to remember all the important dates. Lucky Dana! So once my back started interfering with my ability to train, I decided it would be a wise choice to find a career that I could partake in even if my back hurt. I didn't figure it would be safe for me or my passengers to be flying a plane and find myself unable to kick the rudder pedals, or be so doped up on meds that I would be unable to fly.
So I get my 2 year degree in Web Design. Note that I haven't made a single website since I graduated. Somehow I end up in IT, monitoring, reporting, watching green disappear before my eyes only to turn red. I answer the phones, I call people in the middle of the night. I pull 10 hour shifts staring at multiple monitors wondering where I'll end up, what I'll be doing when I retire.
I always dreamed of the day where I retired. I'd be at the controls of the aircraft, taxiing in after a flight. Firetrucks on either side, spraying their water over my aircraft as I brought it to a stop. The crew chief would run up, plug in his headset and say "Congratulations on one more safe flight sir." I'd go off into retirement and fly small planes for fun and life would be grand.
Now I'm at a point where I'm literally dying to get back into the cockpit. I haven't flown in over 5 years. I absolutely have to get back into it. I just feel like I'm incomplete without it. The passion just won't die. It would be much easier if it would. So I'm trying to get myself back into an airplane. It's going to take awhile. I'm currently on meds that won't allow me to pass a flight physical, so first step is to get off those meds. Next step is to find me a flight instructor who can work with me to come up with a plan to get safely back in the air with the minimum amount of flight hours (read that as money.) Next step is, find the money. With plane rentals at $75 an hour minimum, instructor rate at around $30 an hour...it adds up fast. I figure I'll probably need about 5 hours of instruction to get myself back up to standards. Maybe more, it's really hard to say.
So let's throw that in with all the other places my money has to go this year (remember, I'm getting married!) and ouch...this probably ain't gonna happen. It's just frustrating to have so many loves in my life. Alright wow, I think that's enough rambling. It's now 6:46 am. Only 1:45 left. I can't wait to go home, curl up in bed, and try to fall asleep with the sun peeking through the curtains!
Good night and good luck.
P.S. Winning lottery tickets can be mailed to my home address.