Summer Flying (Is a Nightmare)

Day 12 out of 13 of flying today, ugh. Yesterday we went DTW to STL and back, then the calliope music started. We weee headed out to DCA and the (idiot) dispatcher gave me only the minimum fuel load. I called and talked to him about it and he said that there was no holding and no line up going into DCA. Yeah, right. We got over the top of ESL and ended up getting vectored away from DCA while we watched our fuel slowly burn away. I sent a message to the (idiot) dispatcher and he agreed that, if it came down to it, we would have to go to IAD. We came within about 300 to 400 pounds of doing so.

We landed in DCA and ended up waiting for 30 or 40 minutes fir a place to park. Needless to say, the terminal was a madhouse, wholly unsatisfactory to handle a day like this (Thunderstorms going through). There were people all over the place.

We ended up leaving for ATL about and hour late and arriving to the hotel after midnight. Another (yucky) day of summer flying.

Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'm grateful to have a job in this environment. Just makes for long, difficult days.


- "Grace is the glory of God, not the merit of him who has been freed." Prosper of Aquitaine

Location:ATL