The following are the highlights from a Thanksgiving dinner at one air carrier’s dispatch office, many moons ago.
The cast:
9 dispatchers (I was one)
5 crew schedulers
2 maintenance controllers
1 assistant dispatcher
1 company purchased Thanksgiving dinner for the night shift
2 "company" rest rooms (1 men’s room, 1 lady’s room - one crapper in each)
2 public (in the terminal’s public area) rest rooms
The happenings:
Dinner arrives at 6 p.m.
Staff begins consuming dinner at about 6p.m.
Dinner service ends at about 7p.m.
Comments made during dinner - "Does this taste right to you?" "The turkey looks a bit odd." "What’s in this gravy?" "Stay away from the green beans. They’re not cooked." "I don’t think the turkey is either."
Comments made after about 7p.m. - "Whoa. Excuse me!" "Are you o.k. man?" "Can you watch my flights for a minute? I gotta hit the loo." "Sure. But hurry up, I’m going to hit the head soon myself." "Oh! Sweet Jesus! Who did that?!?" "I’m not feeling so good." "Where’d the schedulers go?" "Was that your stomach?" "Flight 189 stand by for your fuel." "Is he still in there?" "Could you go get him?" "Where the he!! Is everyone?!?" "Good Christ it feels like I just gave birth!" "Chief I gotta go. My insides are dripping out my a$$." "Go. Hand off your flights."
Within the next two hours (7-9p.m.), 6 dispatchers, 3 crew schedulers, both mtx controllers, and the assistant went home sick. The remaining staff took bathroom breaks every fifteen minutes and finished off the night.
We got a letter from the airport the next week asking that we do our best to keep the restrooms as clean as possible. The cleaning crew had complained, as well as several other airport patrons that night.