Introductions

Greetings to you all, the general populous of cyberspace!

I feel before I start divulging copious amounts of information I should get the formalities out of the way. I am Slogan, Writer of Things. I like to think I have a witty take on the world around me although I am acutely aware my sense of humour is perceived as weird at best often leading down the road far beyond surrealism to the junction of 'I sure hope she knows what she means' and 'look if you have to explain it in that much detail it's definitely not as funny as it sounded in your head'. You, dear reader, will come to learn this soon enough.

The title of this blog suggests I am one of those wives whose husbands are constantly away on business traveling all over the show and I get to travel alongside seeing the world on a corporate credit card. This is nothing like my life. In fact I am not even married but I feel the readership of a blog entitled "The Trainee Pilot's Girlfriend" would be far less. It would be a far more accurate name though. As it happens I have a career in retail in Auckland, New Zealand,while my significant other trains for a career as a commercial pilot in Hamilton, also in New Zealand in case anyone was unclear. He has about a year's worth of training left before they plonk him at the nose of a multimillion dollar metal bird and say 'point her in this direction and floor it!'

As home based ground crew I get to enjoy the perks of helping learn a number of principles of flight, air laws and general meteorology whilst having absolutely no use for them in my line of employment. Somewhat irritatingly for me I also have a brain that absorbs these facts only to regurgitate them when there is absolutely no requirement to do so. Very few of my customers or colleagues  have even the slightest interest in the recommended flap extension for a short field take off in a Cessna 172 (just in case it's of any interest to you though it's 10 degrees) yet I still have it committed to memory.  I guess so long as he remembers it there's no harm in me knowing for reference.

The next entry will have far more in terms of anecdotes and tips for being a second love behind several tons of metal, this was merely an introduction to establish who's who and what you can expect over the coming months. Wherever you are going, go well and remember to send a postcard when you get there.

Disclaimer
If anyone journalistic happens to subscribe to my scribblings I feel I have to be honest and upfront now; this will not be a good and credible source for your exposé on what goes on behind closed doors at an airline. The only thing that I can confirm with regards to airline protocol is this: you never really have a choice of chicken or fish. They know no one actually wants the fish so to make sure everyone is equally disappointed they only ever have two servings of the chicken which are reserved for the captain and the first officer. You may happen to strike it lucky if the first officer isn't too peckish this flight but unless you're seated at the front of the cabin I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you.