Someone complained about me this week. I’ve not had that in a while. It was a PC who didn’t agree with a decision I made as a controller, they made great play of this over the airways but I refused to take part,Ă‚Â believingĂ‚Â there is a time & place to deal with such matters. And a public argument on the radio is not it.
I am a firm believer that if you have a problem with something someone has done, you speak to that person about it, if you’re that concerned. Invariably, disagreements are pretty trivial & 8 times out of ten I’ll just let it ride.
So it was quite uncomfortable as I thought about the complaint this person was making. It was someone from another shift – we overlapĂ‚Â sometimesĂ‚Â & you have to work with another shift for a couple of hours now & again. I wondered whether they’d complain about one of their own controllers, or was it a case of it’s easier to complain about someone you don’t know, or is it that it is easier to sort out with someone you do know?
Then I got to thinking, well fuck you, if you’re gonna complain about that, then I’m gonna make a note of all the times you fuck up or fail to do something ‘by the book’. Ă‚Â In the next 90 minutes 5 of the 8 crews had breached policy on at least 1 occasion each, nothing major, but rules that have been put in place to make either my job, their job, or the public’s expectations easier to fulfill, if not less dangerous for themselves or their colleagues.
I didn’t make a note of them. I like to think I have a life. Just don’t expect me to cut the same slack I cut to everyone else. Knobber.