made a motion to reconsider business previously passed, and
-->moved to reconsider the decision on October 16th to re-run the EVP election, and
-->voted NOT to re-run the election.
NATCA’s election season is over. Our new Executive Vice President Ruth Marlin has hit the ground running, and is a fabulous addition to the national office. We work very, very well together, and we compliment each other’s styles. Ruth is fun to be around, energetic and hard working, and she has a controller’s heart. Ruth comes in early and stays late, works hard, is cheap with your money, and brings bright ideas, fresh enthusiasm and a willing, happy effervescence that is demonstrably real. I think we’re going to do great things together...me, Ruth, and YOU.
After the telcon I talked to Pat Forrey about some mold problems in Saginaw. I hope the agency understands the seriousness of the problem there, and takes immediate and drastic steps so we don’t have to.
I got home at ten pm, but I was grateful to finally have a home to go to. The cable guy had come during the day, so I should be able to catch up on all the great political gossip. I plopped down with my Subway sandwich, turned on my new set with it’s new cable box, and...nothing. Except this message: “Your converter has been disconnected. Please call your cable operator.” I went to bed instead.
Thursday morning brought another predawn wakeup to get out of town before rush hour and over to Annapolis for the Eastern Region Facrep Meeting. This will make my sixth regional meeting, with only Central, Western Pacific, Alaska and the Engineers to go. I really enjoy getting together with the membership to discuss our issues face to face and give you a chance to work with your national leadership to move the business of the association forward. I steal some of my best ideas from these meetings!
I got into Annapolis around seven, so I had time to talk to Dennis McGee about some new runway incursion workgroups. They need a ton of volunteers, so those of you terminal types who have volunteered to serve don’t be surprised to hear from us.
The facrep meeting began around nine, and I spoke for a couple of hours. Once again, great questions about liaisons and CIP and dress codes and pay rules and everything you can think of. Oh, by the way....did I mention that my wife is an Eastern Regioner now, fully certified in the tower at Dulles, and preparing to start in their radar room?
Shameless plug here--> Jill ROCKS as a controller
I get to hear a lot of horror stories about facilities. It’s always good to hear about ones where people get along, respect each other, help each other out, and have a barrel of laughs in the process. Management and the union work together to get things done and the result is a happy, healthy environment. Dulles seems to be such a place, and we’re blessed and fortunate to be associated with them. Right now, both Jill and I are giddy as teenagers over our new jobs and our new friendships.
After the meeting I caught up on some pressing issues, like the most recent ULP over reclass, position descriptions for National Office Employees, a couple of media inquiries, and some minor clerical duties. With Friday the holiday and offices closed, I winged my way back to Cleveland Thursday after work.
Friday was spent reading mail, answering pages, and preparing for the NEB meeting next week. Oh...and moving Jill’s mom into the new home we built for her, two doors down.
Not to worry, though, because Ruth spent the entire day off in the office with Dale Wright, who also sacrificed his day off to go over finances in preparation for next weeks’ NEB budget meeting. I am never not amazed at the sacrifices we take for granted. Ruth and I exchanged several voice mails, and spoke at length when the numbers started to firm up. Again, Ruth’s priorities and work ethic will pay us all real dividends in the coming years.
So. The Friday Update goes out Saturday, again. I have to tell you, after personally loading and moving four loads in a 24-foot moving van, including appliances, three bedrooms full of furniture, and three hundred boxes or so, the Update almost didn’t make it. We finished the last truckload about eleven pm, and the truck had to go back to the yard before we could quit.
But then I remembered that you answer the bell every day, and failure isn’t an option. You come in, strap on a headset, and quietly set about the art and science of air traffic control. You don’t make excuses, you don’t ask for special favors. In the immortal words of Nike, you “Just Do It.”
And so shall I, my brothers and sisters. So shall I.
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