Name: Frank
Major: Aeronautical Science
Age: 18
Originally from: Tucson
Favorite Movie: Joe Dirt maybe, I don't really know
Favorite Book: Anything Stephen King
Favorite Band: Led Zeppelin
Favorite TV show: Family Guy
Goal: Become a professional pilot for an airline or corporate company
Interests: Working on my 1963 Ford truck Rat Rod, Building R/C planes, playing the Bari Sax
Why did you choose ERAU?: Seemed like the place to be. Good name and reputation, close to home, and not nearly as cold as the other choices.
Without my folks, I’d be screwed. There’s no way I’d be here at ERAU, I’d probably be in a community college at best. They still pay my gas tab, my food bill, my car insurance, and most importantly, the student loan. Thanks guys. April 22, 2006
Wow, only one more week left of the semester.
It feels really weird to be coming up on the end of school so soon. It almost seems like only yesterday that the year started. Classes are drawing to an end, and it’s making for a weird feeling. I am REALLY hoping to get my check ride before they make me leave for the summer. I was hoping to get signed off for it after my flight on Friday, but I was having problems getting my soft field landing right. For a while the problem was a shaky approach, and then I wasn’t flaring up soon enough, and coming down rough. I was having trouble gauging when to bump the throttle, and the nose was touching down too soon. My next flight is supposed to be with another instructor, to help me get it straight for the check ride. The issue bothering me now is that the year is almost done for now, and I’m not squared away yet. I have to re-do both sections of the check ride, and that typically takes a few days to get done. I can get extended to stay in the dorm until May 7, but no longer. I suppose in the very worst case I could be a floor-guest in my roommate’s dorm. He’s staying for the Summer A session, and so will continue to have a place to live.
I’m going to try to get a job over the summer, only issue will be the fact that I’m going to NYC with my family in the beginning of July. That might preclude my ability to get hooked up some place. I’m actually hoping to score a job with FedEx; I learned the other day about how exceptionally good they are to work for. One of the guys in my writing class made a presentation about them the other day, and really opened my eyes. I have always been mostly set on an airline, but not opposed to cargo; but now my goals have been altered.
FedEx it turns out is an excellent place to fly. Because there are no passengers involved; flight time requirements to get hired are lower, there is less of a crunch to be “on time” so it is more laid back, and business is a lot more regular. Granted, a lot of cargo flies in the middle of the night, but at least it would be a regular, consistent schedule. There would be no “on call” status- when a pilot gets called into work on his day off, and is expected to be there in 20 minutes. I would get to come home on a daily basis, and therefore wouldn’t have to live exactly the life of an airline pilot; they are typically away from home for 3-5 days, living in cheap hotels and eating 90 percent of their meals in crappy restaurants.
FedEx, for a flight operations company has a relatively large number of planes, and a small number of pilots, due to the fact that their types of operations and laws will allow this. This is a good thing, as it allows for pilots to climb the ladder of seniority quicker, and allows the company to pay the pilots better. The captains of their big planes make over $200,000 in a year; and because of the structure of the company and the fast seniority ladder, one can make it to that level in roughly ten years of flying with the company.
The way FedEx does business with its employees, though, requires that every employee has to start at the bottom of the ladder and climb their own way to the top. My Business Management professor worked as upper management for both FedEx and UPS, and knows the ins and outs of both. I believe she is of the feeling that FedEx is better, but that really doesn’t matter. My point however, is that she said that she was hired by the companies with a direct purpose of being upper management. She was well qualified, and would have been hired straight in, but that isn’t how it works. They made her start at the bottom, just like everybody else. She drove a truck in the middle of the AZ desert, crashing into mesquite trees and such to build enough seniority to get her job. After about 5 years of working with the company, you’re pretty much guaranteed an interview for the position you desire.
This is why I’m hoping to score a summer job at the hub in Tucson. It has odd work hours, but it would be worth it. I would probably be working as a package handler, sorting and moving boxes into and out of the trucks. The typical shift is 2-7 am; which would hurt a bit, but could be dealt with. I could definitely deal with the ugly schedule, as I can also deal with the great pay- They start at $9 an hour. I could positively live with $225 a week. I would be going to work with my dad basically, well, a bit earlier I guess. But FedEx and Pepsi, where he works, are in basically the same neighborhood. I just have to start building time with the company as soon as possible, so I can get a pilot slot ASAP. They also have a FedEx hub in Prescott Valley, about 20 minutes from here. I could possibly maintain the job up here too, working on a transfer status between here and Tucson. Whatever: enough jibber about my new dream-job.
Last night at about 1am, my roomie and I decided to alter the artwork on “the rock”. You see, the rock is the centerpiece of the campus- where students can go to make a “school appropriate” statement. It’s a huge boulder that is caked in spray paint- the paint is over half an inch thick in places. We wrote out the entire lyrics to the LLAMA SONG on the front of it. We were in a strange mood, and did a strange thing. I’m sure weirder things have been scrawled on the rock, but I bet that is pushing the limits.
We drove to Jerome tonight, and ate at the Haunted Burger. It was expensive for a burger, but it was worth it- The patties were ½ pound each. I got a double with chili, and it was GOOD. I got leftovers too- and I’m looking forward to eating it. Jerome is such a weird little town, precariously perched on the back side of Mingus Mountain. When we were done at the restaurant, we drove up to the hotel on the hill; an old mental asylum. It’s really a cool place, with some interesting architecture going on- especially considering the fact that it was built as a nut house.
The road between here and there is fun, it’s SO twisty. Going through the mountain, the switchbacks in the road are so tight that the suggested speed limit seems almost too high on a few turns, at least in my truck. My truck handles about 300% better than it used to before I put in the sway bars, but it still isn’t a mountain rally racer by any means. On one turn, the tires were squealing at 20 mph. There were a lot of people on that road that really didn’t want to shut off their high beams; I think I got blinded at least 5-6 times. It sucked.
Well, I dunno what else to write about, so I guess I’ll blog everybody again next week, which may be the last.