Steve A wrote:Hmmmm, reminds me of a movie...
I'm afraid you've been found out, Stevie P. You know there are rules about using your real name here.
Oh yes, you know what I mean, Mister
Steve McCroskey.
Steve...where do you think they got the ideas for that movie

or more recently the movie "Pushing Tin" (which outside of the last 20 minutes of bulls*** was pretty spot on.
Anyway...pretty cool video and actually the last 3 seconds aren't
too far off the mark. Our midnight shifts used to be a hoot. One supervisor for the entire building and most often they'd be hunkered down in some office somewhere trying there damnedest to stay out of the line of fire. Some of the fellers used to bring their video games in on the midnight shift...until someone almost drove a couple of planes together one night. <sigh> No more video games. The midnight poker games were pretty interesting. We'd be bellied up at a table in front of the sectors, piles of money on the table, videos of questionable taste playing on the VCR/portable TV (am I dating all of this yet ?), microwave plugged and a sandwich bar set up on the supervisors desk. We even used to have a make shift indoor golf course we'd play throughout the building when we were on break...down one aisle of the control room, up the other aisle, out into the hallway, down the stairs into the admin wing, back out into the hall and up the stairs into the training wing and then back down to the control room. It was all done with a putter and a sand wedge. I think par on a normal midnight shift was around 50. Alas they put a stop to that as well when someone broke the glass out of a Radar scope...fricking moron, he should have had that slice corrected years before.
Ya'll have NO idea....and if you did you'd never have flown back in the late 80's through just a couple of years ago

Alas, the "no fun allowed" regime is in control now and it's a pretty sorry profession.