After much intense procrastination, I finally broke down. I got a job. I know, I said I wasn’t going to, but I just had to. Scraping paint chips off the tub for nourishment got kind of stale. I’m hoping it doesn’t interfere too much with my flying, but it’s already keeping me here for Thanksgiving, when I wanted to go home. There is an FBO on the field called Sun Jet Center, and I’m a ramp worker for them. Fueling planes, towing planes, parking planes, putting planes in the hanger, cleaning planes, getting coffee, the paper, bag of ice, rolling out the red carpet, and sitting around when it’s not busy.

So far it hasn’t been too bad, I’m really happy with how it worked out. It’s on the field, so it’s very close to home for me, the pay is really good considering the job. I’m around planes and pilots all day, and that is the best part. I have talked to a handful of pilots already, and have sat in a few right seats for a few minutes.

I think I’m going to learn a lot at this job, and so far I have been enjoying it.