Can I just tell you about the past couple of days please???
This weekend was memorial day weekend. Carl closed the flight school and told me to go take a break. So I decided to drive to Murfreesboro to work on my CFII rating. (certified flight instructor/instrument).
-Back up- Before I moved to po-dunk Mississippi for this instructing position, Carl promised me a)salary, b)free instruction for my CFII, and c)pleanty of students to where I would be flying 25 hours a week on average.
-Forward- Since I have been in Mississippi I passed my CFII written within the first couple of days being there. And in almost 3 months, have only received 2 sim lessons. 1 of which was cut short due to a problem with the seneca. (crack in propeller… REALLY??) Carl has not been available for any help to prepare me for a checkride, but still expected me to be able to take it. So a few weeks ago, when he asked me if I was ready for my checkride, and I said no that I needed atleast a flight or two to prepare me for the ride, he got very upset, and told me that I am going to have to start paying for any instruction I needed after that. So if I was going to be paying for my own instruction, I decided that I didn’t want to be taught by Carl in the shitty cessna 172, that doesnt even have a working GPS. I would rather get it done in Tennessee where they have a brand new DA 40 XLS, with a G1000 cockpit, synthetic vision, full weather radar capabilities, traffic alerts, and XM radio. All for 5 bucks more than the shitty cessna?? O hell yes.
I have one student Sam, who is working on his private pilot’s licence, and we had scheduled to meet at the airport at 3:00pm Tuesday. I wanted to drive back tuesday so I could get as many lessons for my CFII, as possible. (Trust me, I want to get it done just as quickly if not more quickly than Carl does). So on the way back Carl calls me and asks me why I wasnt’t there at 9am flying, and I told him because my student and I had arranged for 3pm. This is when he told me that I was supposed to be there at 9am everyday of the week…. I have never heard him say that. Why would I be there everyday, when I wouldnt be getting paid for it? It doesn’t make sense. So this is when I told him, that I had been taking my CFII lessons in Murfreesboro. O boy was he pissed.
What happened on the phone after that has now become a blur. It was like taking bullets. He chewed me out for a good 10 minitues. I was very calm and composed, and handeled his bashing very well. He said I was immature, undependable, a liar, stupid, and that I didnt have a heart for aviation. That last one really pissed me off. But all I said was that I am sorry he felt that way and that I have been doing everything I could possibly do to finish my CFII without his help, and to finish my student as efficiently as possible. He told me to pack my bags and to never come back. I told carl that it was never my intentions to end it like this, and that I wish the very best for his business, and that I have done everything I could possible do to make his business a success. After I said that, he was like, “Well maybe you can stay to finish Sam so your time here wont be a total waste.” I asked him why he would want someone with such terrible qualities to continue working for him, and flying with his students? He didn’t answer. I told him thank you for the opportunity but that it is clear that I need to continue my professional career elsewhere. And then he hung up on me.
After he hung up on me I finally cried. For a long long time. I could not believe the things he said to me. I knew none of them were true, but it still hurt. To have given up everything to just up and move to Mississippi, to leave being disrespected, humiliated, and unappreciated.
Craig drove from Tuscaloosa to help me pack and I had all of my things moved out of there in less than 3 hours. I am now without a job, but also feel much better off than I was if I would have stayed there. I have learned many things from being there. Dad says that from this experience, I will become stronger, and better able to run a successful business of my own one day, seeing how NOT to do it here.
I could say more. But Craig is about to have to come pick me up. This afternoon I was on Rachelle and Craigs backporch sitting with the dogs, when Rachelle came in from her lunch break, and left and locked the back and front door. I had to jump the chain link fence, and use the creepy neighbors phone to get Rachelle to come pick me up. Rachelle couldnt let me in, because she had given the extra key to Craig, who had given his extra key to me. (confused yet???) So Im sitting in the law firm where rachelle works, waiting for craig to get out of class to pick me up. I’m just glad I decided to put on a bra, jeans, and shoes before going to sit on the back porch…….
