Hear that sound?

It's the sound of a jackass helicopter flight instructor quietly weeping over the loss of a few hundred hours he just pissed away by being a total fuck head. And I wonder...is there any point for him to continue his ifr training if I have left?

Hopefully he will learn a lesson from this, but from what I have seen of these people so far, I doubt it.

Apparently they even fired a perfectly good flight instructor to give sonny boy a job in the first place. No wonder he's such a douche, with idiot parents like that. I know for a fact my Dad (had he had an aviation company) would never have done something so ridiculous for me, and I'm glad.

Pathetic. Just pathetic.

So long suckers.

And now..

I am approved to leave the school I am at and go to the one that seems to have their shit together.

That sounds much better.

Pissed off.

So i am not pleased in the least with the company that I chose to do my helicopter training. Let me fill you all in on the bullshit, and maybe you can tell me what you think. But yeah, not happy.

When I got there last week, I was expecting to sit down with my instructor and talk about what our plan of attack was. Well, that didn't really happen. What did happen is that I sat down with him, and he told me about how I know nothing, and how that was to be how I am treated. Also, that I would be flight dispatcher for the college on certain days.

Ok, alarm bells going off already. I am NOT a college student, I am a professional pilot who wants to obtain another rating. Totally different. I did the college dispatch thing...when I was in fucking flight college! That is for their REAL students to do and learn from. Fuck off with that. As my buddy Sulako said..."well, tell them that if you do that you expect one of them to drive to your house to mow your lawn." He is right. Fuck that shit man. Seriously.

So then he mentions that he is taking his IFR rating at the moment. Ok, now that's odd, I was told there was someone there already that could do that with me. So they left a few things out already.

He seems nice enough, but he's only 21, and there's more. So much more...ugh.

I start to notice that all the people involved at this place all have the same last name....

Oh shit.

So the Chief flight instructor is his Dad, and the lady in the office is his fucking Mom.

Oh, and the bit about the name change of the company? That isn't as told either.

See, I picked this place because a guy I know owned it, and well, that made me comfortable. Then I get told that "the name changed, but everything else is the same". Ok then, just separated them for business purposes, I can live with that.

But oh no. That is not the case. In fact, my buddy no longer has ANYTHING to do with them anymore. So another 'fib'. They are starting to add up.

Then, it had been decided back in Jan that I would start on the turbine, because in their words..."that would be the most useful for me". Well, Mom comes in and tells me that it would now be "in my best interest" if I do all my commercial conversion on the piston.

Ok, fine with me, whatever they think is best, right?

WRONG.

Since they are no longer part of my buddies company...well they no longer have a fucking turbine. So they lied...again. I don't fucking care if you have one on the way, that's awesome. But don't tell me you are doing things in my best interest when that is not why you are changing things. Ugh.

And I've been getting hostile vibes off Sonny Boy since day one. You know when you can just see that underlying hostility in the back of someones eyes? Well I see it in his. And I honestly don't need that shit from some punk who has never had to work a hard day in his life cause Mom and Dad take care of it all for him. I mean, sure he's got time and knows some stuff, but to act like he's busted his ass to get where he is now? Common. What a joke. Try finding work when Daddy cant' get you a job. Ass.

So on Friday I go in to talk to him, and he basically acts like I'm lazy for not wanting to come more than 3 times a week. Well fuck you asshole. My travel time is 4 hours round trip. I just can't be coming to the airport every fucking day to sit there and hope you have some time for me. I need an itinerary. I need you to put in some effort into how you are going to teach me, and not use your fucking abinito ground school program for me. Cause I only need 20 hours of ground school, and I'd rather spend that time on shit I don't know. Not a fucking review of basic piloting shit. I know weather. I know navigation. I know air law. what I dont' fucking know is helicopters. ARGH.

Plus, their rates are higher than the other school on the field.

The other company I called this morning to get information, and who just emailed me back to arrange a meeting to discuss a customized program to "suit my needs".

I feel better already. But I feel stupid too. Stupid for getting fucked over. Afraid that comp will be pissed at me. Just ugh.

But better to know this shit early..better than if I was already flying. So yeah. ARGH!!

ETA:

Just spoke to the CFI of the other school. So get this. Apparently the place I am at totally fucked over my buddy when they took the company. So they are dirt bags and liars. Fuck them. Can't wait to go to new school. Where they head guy told me he'd do most of my training because of all my experience. And he's got bags of time and experience. Not a 21 year old brat. So I feel better now. Hopefully go and set this all up in the next few days. *breathes sigh of relief*

oh...

And I guess you have to re write the silly little P Star to solo a helicopter.

I didnt' crack a book...at all. Fortunately I passed....

I did much better 12 years ago...LMAO.

2 days in to fling wing.

But no flying yet. Still have to get my helmet and hopefully get to take one for a spin on Thursday. Oh, and I guess I get a new headset that's in the helmet, and I can get it with ANC, so that's cool.

And then on Friday, I get to do this. I'm pretty excited, and glad that I will get the chance to experience it before it ever happens (*knock on wood*) to me.



Looks like...fun? heh.