A friend found his "Dream" job at O'hare. To have a full-time position at the airport, you need heavy clout.
The first day they told him he did too much, go watch the airplanes for a while. After a few months of watching airplanes and the people, he could not take the boredom and quit.
Sleeping in a truck is a common event at the airport.
“The city that used to work.”
All downhill since the mafia lost their clout!
So they couldn’t bother to clear the runways of debris?
Q: How many people work at O’Hare?
A: About half of them.
In the complaint filed with a court in Illinois, BA says that while traversing the runway, the three aircraft’s engines ingested debris that had been left behind following resurfacing and expansion work on one of ORD’s terminals.
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This shows gross negligence bordering on criminal neglect with the resurfacing work. Foreign objects ingested into a jet engine are likely going to damage the engine. The worst situation would be one where a foreign object is ingested and it nicks a turbofan blade only to have that blade eventually shear off in flight with catastrophic effect.
When I worked a summer for the park department, the first job our truck driver would take on was to go to the beachfront and take a nap. Later we would sit in the truck outside his girlfriends house while he went in and “visited”.
I thought a Boeing 787 had TWO engines.
I worked on a project with an engineer from the Port Authority (of Allegheny County...Pittsburgh). He told me a story about the bus maintenance garage hiring a gearhead kid. His first job was to rebuild a bus engine. He did it in 3 days. The shop steward told him “you gotta understand, that’s a 2 week job!” Kid quit after 2 months.
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Let me suggest not flying into Midway during a snowstorm.
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I got a job as a ramp worker that gave me night and weekend shifts so that I could go to school during the day. It was a union job (my only one). Now ramp workers are basically the guys that you see run up to the plane when it pulls into the gate. They bring the ramps to the cargo holds, handle the luggage, empty the lavatories on the planes, pump in fresh water, all that kind of stuff.
My first night on the job, I had baggage duty in which I would take the luggage off the plane and then later put the luggage on those conveyer belts that go to the passengers.
Well I was just out of the Marines and had incredible energy and stamina. I was singlehandedly slinging baggage off those carts and not even breaking a sweat while my co-workers bemusedly watched me while smoking cigarettes. Eventually one of the leads saunters up to me and whispers in my ear "Slow down...you are killing the job!"
Turns out that there was a crew of five or six people in charge of off-loading the luggage and even though I could have done it all myself, union rules stated that "x" number were required per shift. So I quickly learned that I needed to slowly put that luggage on the conveyor and take frequent breaks in between.
Everything there was "slow and easy".