We caught the monster in a good mood – good moods are quickly followed by really bad moods and sleep so it’s all a matter of having a camera in the right place at the right time. I’m home (obviously) and I’m enjoying every minute of it.
So, we’ve finished all of our work, save for loading our bags and we’re simply waiting to go. The New Year celebrations weren’t too shabby. They had a local band play (and they did a damn good job) followed up by the DJ. We played some cards, drank our customary two beers, and laughed throughout the night. I was pleasantly surprised. I was kinda expecting – yep, it’s a new year and I’m going to bed.
Well, just a few more days and I’ll be back home with Jessica and the monster. I can’t wait.
I know that Christmas is right around the corner but it sure doesn’t feel like it. Here’s why
1. You can’t see my building from space (it isn’t properly decorated)
2. I haven’t eaten 26,000 extra calories worth of sweets this month
3. Jessica and I aren’t working as a dynamic duo in the kitchen trying to get everything ready
4. I’m not hiding in the kitchen away from the insanity that is the extended family annual white elephant exchange/pig out fest and I’m not avoiding a certain in-laws cheesecake
5. I don’t get to hang out with my son and my wife
6. They only have one type of turkey and it pales in comparison to the one Jessica prepares
7. My dorm room doesn’t smell like Christmas is here – and thank god for air fresheners or it would smell like me
8. There is no fireplace here (or that damned yule log on Comcast that everyone insists on watching) we’ve got a real fireplace this year bitches
9. I don’t get to stare at the aftermath with Jessica, shrug my shoulders, and say “we’ll take care of it tomorrow”
10. I haven’t made the 14th trip to the grocery store to get that last last last ingredient
Luckily, we’re ignoring the calendar this year – we’re going to celebrate in our own special way when I get home. It can’t come soon enough.
When I was in my first class on my way to becoming a loadmaster my instructor talked about hacking the mission. I’ve been doing that lately – quite a bit of that lately. I’m over 100 flying hours since I arrived here and I’ve moved over a million pounds of cargo. I’m not at the top of the list for the deployment but I’m near the top. Sometimes we fly to a location and we don’t have anything to load. Other times, we’re filled to maximum capacity. It’s all luck of the draw.
We’ve got a few weeks until we get home – I’ll be flying until that happens. I have a week off when I get home and then a little more time scheduled later in January. I’ll be glad to get the free time – I’ve got a wife and monster that I want to spend time with – I love ending sentences in prepositions.
Well, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been away from home during a holiday. In fact, I’ve never been away from Jessica during Thanksgiving or Christmas. I’m sure that if I was home, I’d already be home from work trying to prep everything for the feast. Jessica and I would be working in tandem in a dance around the kitchen. We seem to do best under pressure, with no time, with lots of distractions, and with little working room. Each year we’ve managed to get everything ready on time and somehow not blow our tempers (at each other at least). This year I’m going to miss that part of the tradition. This year, of course, I miss out on spending the holiday with my son. He doesn’t know what’s going on yet and we haven’t got him eating solid food yet so he isn’t missing out on much. Next year, of course, I’m prepared for a little boy covered in gravy, turkey, mashed potatoes, and cranberries. Hopefully somebody gets me the pressure washer that I want.
I never thought that I would miss preparing the food with my wife – it’s something we do every year. This year is the first time that I’ll be away from it.
This isn’t the first time that I’ve been away from my family while on a holiday. The first few years in the military I didn’t come home and I spent it with coworkers or in a deployed setting. Having a holiday in a deployed setting is by far the strangest part. Everyone is trying to enjoy the day as best as they are able while our minds wander to what our families are doing at home. We group together fairly well and make it through the day. I think we all have come to a universal consensus that no matter how special they try to make the day, it isn’t as good as being home. Since I’ve been around for a while I need to spend special attention to my newest airmen. Most have never been away from their families like this and they have probably never missed a holiday in their life. If nothing else, I’m just going to make sure that I put a smile on my face and involve them in they day – whatever that may hold.
So – I’ve got to run to the gym and start my day. To everyone that reads this – Happy Thanksgiving.
I don’t know when to sleep. I don’t sleep at night. I don’t sleep during the day. I sleep when I can and it’s never at the same time each day. What day is it? I can only tell by the calendar. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have a clue. It feels like I’ve been gone a long time. I guess I have… I think. What day is it?
This job is a constant uphill battle. Each day we show up and try to do something that 110 years ago seemed like a pipe dream. I enjoy the fight.
The major difference between this job and my last is that we often succeed when everything goes wrong. I haven’t had a mission canceled (yet) due to something wrong with the jet, the weather, air traffic control, or the cargo load. A few days ago we were 15 minutes from being cancelled. We were on the ground for hours trying to get out of there but it seemed that there was an obstacle at every turn. We still got the job done.
I don’t know exactly how long I’ve been gone but it feels like it’s been a while. Sure, I could look at the calendar in the bottom left corner of my screen and do some simple math (my peripheral vision has betrayed me and it’s two weeks) but it makes the first two lines of this post moot. Ok, so it’s moot. I don’t care.
Work has been interesting. I fly around and move people from spot to spot. For the most part, nothing interesting happens. Once in a while we’ll have something break on the jet that slows down our day and causes us frustration. Occasionally weather will play a factor into what is going on. This job is so much different from my last job. Every flight matters. Every person or thing I transport needs to be at a set location and time.
I’ve been flying a shuttle mission lately – it’s a real killer because of how the crew rest breaks down. You wake up at alert and then have a 15 hour work day. When you land you’re set to fly again in 22 hours. You’ve been awake for 18 hrs and now you have a choice to make. It’s 22 hours of time to kill. Do I just go to sleep now? Will I be able to sleep later? When I wake up I’m going to have a 15 hour day. If I fall asleep for the first part of the day I’m going to have at least a 29 hour day. My choice has been to sleep now and then sleep a little later. You live in a state of sleep deprivation. I did two of these back to back. I got back last night from the second trip and fell asleep for 12 hours. I work up, ate, and did some work stuff and then fell asleep again for another 5 hours. I guess I was a little tired.
I really like my job.
Don’t you love how vague I have to make these blog posts? I can’t share what I’m moving, when I’m moving, or where it is being transported. I guess you’ll just have to use your imagination.
I really miss being home with Jessica and Sawyer. She sends me videos and pictures almost every day. I’m missing out on quite a bit of him growing up. He just had his two month checkup along with his shots. He’s up to 12lb 7oz and he’s doing quite well. He didn’t like the shots… he cried for almost two days straight. Jessica had to deal with him, by herself, for two days straight (over the weekend). She was quite worn out from the whole deal. She told me that I had to be around for the second round of shots. She doesn’t want to do it by herself and I can’t blame her. It’s gotta be rough – I want to be there for the both of them.
It’s late October and the snow has started to fall. Luckily, the ground isn’t cold enough for any significant accumulation. The forecast could turn for the worst at any time. It’s expected to snow for the next week but there is a significant amount of rain mixed into the forecast. When it does start to really come down (and it will) it could get interesting around here. I know that there will actually be a building shoveling schedule that will come out at some point – I actually prefer this to all other types of exercise. Sure, there are probably more shoveling related heart attacks than any other winter outdoor chore but I’m not worried. My joints are slowly falling apart but my ticker is doing fine so I’ve got no worries.
In other news work should be strange – fly every couple of days and then sit and wait to fly. I should get ample time in at the gym and ample time studying. I’ll also spend ample time goofing with the blog as I do every other deployment.
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