Help... Please?
Was called out to do a few repairs in the rear cargo bay of a A340 last night. Was a simple but long winded job. I had to replace some rollers. Some, being 34 of them... took about 2hours or so. Job finally complete, I shuffled to the cargo bay door, tool box in hand. Only to discover some bugger had stolen the steps I had used to get up here. So now I'm stuck. And as you can see from the picture its not really a height from which you could safely jump down. And being at the terminal building it's quite a trek from the hanger I work at so no point phoning for help. Consigned to my fate, as well as happy to waste time, I sat there. Legs dangling out the cargo bay doors. Wondering how long it would take to chance upon some help. Sure enough time passed and help arrived in the form of the catering truck and their occupants. The driver parked up his vehicle and started to raise the catering platform up to the level of the aircraft's rear passenger door. The driver then walked to below where I was. Me smiling back at him, finally a way off this plane.
He too, smiling, shouted up at me, " The passenger door is closed can you open it for me?"
A lil suprised that he seriously expects me to open the door for him while obviously being stranded in the cargo bay. But put it down to the local sarcasm/ sense of humour.
So I yelled back, "I can, if you can get me a set of steps?"
The guy gave me a silly, sheepish grin before moving off.
So I sat. Happily awaiting rescue. Yup, waiting, waiting, still waiting. But he never came back. He had taken my request as an amusing joke white men like to crack. And had moved off and gotten someone else to open the passenger door. As I could see guys moving from the catering truck into the aircraft. Great, back to waiting for who knows how long. After another long wait. I spot a load of the airline's engineering vehicles pulling up around 30m away from me. Engineers getting out, chatting to each other. So I start to wave to get their attention, no good, so I start to yell.
"Hello, yo! Help, excuse me!" All totally useless with the noise of jets landing and taking of, catering truck engines running, ground power units blaring away etc. Plus think my voice was too soft. Have you realised that yelling at people while trying polite is never as loud as when you are swearing and cursing some one? So changed my tactics.
"OI! Arsewipe, fucker! Shit bag, cunt! Fucking cunt! yeah you Arsehole!
And it worked! One of them looked round and started coming over. Of cause my 1st thought was, shit, he heard what I was yelling. But then I reassured myself all he would have heard under all the noise is just someone yelling, no distinct words picked out. Luckily this was the case as he smiled and asked how I managed to get in there without any steps. Before long steps were moved into place and i was finally out of the cargo bay.
Not a bad waste of around 2hours. 60bucks in the bank :) Tis the way I view work here now. Tis never time wasted, its just money in the bank.
He too, smiling, shouted up at me, " The passenger door is closed can you open it for me?"
A lil suprised that he seriously expects me to open the door for him while obviously being stranded in the cargo bay. But put it down to the local sarcasm/ sense of humour.
So I yelled back, "I can, if you can get me a set of steps?"
The guy gave me a silly, sheepish grin before moving off.
So I sat. Happily awaiting rescue. Yup, waiting, waiting, still waiting. But he never came back. He had taken my request as an amusing joke white men like to crack. And had moved off and gotten someone else to open the passenger door. As I could see guys moving from the catering truck into the aircraft. Great, back to waiting for who knows how long. After another long wait. I spot a load of the airline's engineering vehicles pulling up around 30m away from me. Engineers getting out, chatting to each other. So I start to wave to get their attention, no good, so I start to yell.
"Hello, yo! Help, excuse me!" All totally useless with the noise of jets landing and taking of, catering truck engines running, ground power units blaring away etc. Plus think my voice was too soft. Have you realised that yelling at people while trying polite is never as loud as when you are swearing and cursing some one? So changed my tactics.
"OI! Arsewipe, fucker! Shit bag, cunt! Fucking cunt! yeah you Arsehole!
And it worked! One of them looked round and started coming over. Of cause my 1st thought was, shit, he heard what I was yelling. But then I reassured myself all he would have heard under all the noise is just someone yelling, no distinct words picked out. Luckily this was the case as he smiled and asked how I managed to get in there without any steps. Before long steps were moved into place and i was finally out of the cargo bay.
Not a bad waste of around 2hours. 60bucks in the bank :) Tis the way I view work here now. Tis never time wasted, its just money in the bank.
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