This happened before I even got to work. Halifax is one of the 11 airports to which my area provides approach control services. The guy reported engine problems I guess and came up a few miles short of the runway. He was dead when they got to the wreckage. I recognize it’s just part of the job but damn if it doesn’t still suck when it actually happens. Apparently the guy was quite the accomplished aviator. He was also partner at a law firm so I’m really hoping whatever the investigation finds doesn’t warrant unleashing litigation because the government always seems to have the deepest pockets and therefore is the easiest target. From what I heard the controller working him did a great job, it was just an unfortunate outcome.
Finally got to work and proceeded to get my teeth kicked in by thunderstorms all night, for at least the 4th Friday night in a row (feels like the 50th in a row). June has been a bitch for thunderstorms in the mid-Atlantic. I’m approaching max hours on one of the sectors I’ve been training at for two months so it’s basically shit or get off the pot time. Checkride’s likely coming this week.
Went to walk around the perimeter track during a break and came back to find my car with a completely flat tire. Spent my dinner break putting on my spare. Hopefully taking it to get patched tomorrow. Fuck this week and it’s only Monday (as it were).
The upside of course is only 24 more work days and I get 3 weeks off for our wedding and honeymoon. It literally can not come soon enough.