I got a phone call this morning from Steve Ichneumon, asking if Bill Ichneumon had called me yet. Well no he hadn't. "I told him to call you," said Steve. "He said you were hard to get a hold of. He's obviously lying. I'll remind him to call you." I am rather hard to get a hold of, by dint of the fact that I work ridiculous hours, rarely have a day off, and my cellphone is turned off while I'm flying.
Ichneumon wants me to come to a groundschool course. It's not a job offer, but I'm sure I can make the grade. This is my big break. It's like having George Lucas call you and ask if Spielburg has called you yet. Or however it works in Hollywood. But forget the explanatory similes. I really, really, really want to work for this company, and it looks like I will. After the conversation I literally fell on the floor crying with happiness. Then I ran around screaming and pumping my fists in the air. Then I cried some more. You really don't want to know this about someone who might be flying your airplane, do you? Sorry.
Now, in yet another way that makes our industry silly, I have to get a hold of as many people as I can who work for Ichneumon, to get all the information that will be taught at the groundschool course, so I can learn it in advance. Only the most naive pilot would wait until the actual groundschool course to learn things. Blogging may diminish over the next month or so.
Bill hasn't called back yet. I'll call him first thing tomorrow morning.