Happy Fucking Valentine's Day
Feb. 14th, 2004 03:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
av8rmikeNo, actually this isn't going to be a "feel sorry for me, I'm single" rant. I've got enough things to be pissed about besides that.
I had a checkride this morning in a Cessna 172SP, which isn't the same kind of plane I got my license in. My training was in 172Ps, which are carburated instead of fuel injected and have about 20 fewer horsepower than the SPs. So all the airspeeds are different, the avionics are more updated (this plane had an autopilot and GPS), it was an unfamiliar airport, and it's been almost a year since my last flight. Put everything together and you have me looking like a dumbass in front of the instructor because I can hardly answer any of his questions. I didn't almost crash or anything, but that's about the only thing that went right. And because I'm so damn busy over these next few weekends, I almost don't have any time to go back out. $300 for 1.7 hours of flight time, bringing me to 97.6 total.
Then I come home to a fresh stack of bills in the mailbox. I must have a gas leak in my building somewhere... my gas/electric bill is TWO HUNDRED fucking dollars!! For a 600 ft^2, ground floor apartment with almost no exposure to the wind. I thought $135 last month was bad, but apparently turning the heat down made me use MORE gas, not less.
So I'm self-medicating with potato chips and some of my favorite music, before I go off to the symphony tonight. Hopefully I can squeeze in a little practice time as well.
I had a checkride this morning in a Cessna 172SP, which isn't the same kind of plane I got my license in. My training was in 172Ps, which are carburated instead of fuel injected and have about 20 fewer horsepower than the SPs. So all the airspeeds are different, the avionics are more updated (this plane had an autopilot and GPS), it was an unfamiliar airport, and it's been almost a year since my last flight. Put everything together and you have me looking like a dumbass in front of the instructor because I can hardly answer any of his questions. I didn't almost crash or anything, but that's about the only thing that went right. And because I'm so damn busy over these next few weekends, I almost don't have any time to go back out. $300 for 1.7 hours of flight time, bringing me to 97.6 total.
Then I come home to a fresh stack of bills in the mailbox. I must have a gas leak in my building somewhere... my gas/electric bill is TWO HUNDRED fucking dollars!! For a 600 ft^2, ground floor apartment with almost no exposure to the wind. I thought $135 last month was bad, but apparently turning the heat down made me use MORE gas, not less.
So I'm self-medicating with potato chips and some of my favorite music, before I go off to the symphony tonight. Hopefully I can squeeze in a little practice time as well.
