So the New Year started off with a bang. The new owners closed the deal with Marie (we'll call them "Roy" and "Art") and jumped right in. A lot happened that first month
..introducing the New Company to our old clients, and aggressively trying to dig up new clients. Art called in the local paper to do an article and photo shoot, basically telling everyone that they had plans on competing with the Big Boys in the industry
..Oh yeah
...they were looking to change things, all right. Not content to be the little four-man shop we'd been; rather, to turn up the heat and crank it into high gear.
Art was an accounting-type PR guru; highly educated with an excellent resume
; which, unfortunately, had nothing to do with aviation or service-related industries. He had a history with Roy in several past companies
..but that doesn't bring home the bacon. Aviation, as I may have mentioned before, is a ***** Mistress who plays by her own rules. You don't own her
..she possesses you, and you play by her rules, or you lose the game. We survivors know this. That's how and why we still play the game
...and live to tell about it.
Right off, Roy seemed to grasp this, probably due to his experience as a student pilot. Art was clueless; like a Boy Scout wandering aimlessly onto a battlefield. We sensed it immediately. The customers sensed it as well, and the fact that he was a germophobe didn't enhance his image much, either. Still, it was to be his job to work mostly from home on PR and financial matters, which was fine by us. Roy was the real bread-and-butter guy, the customer liaison and day-to-day boss. He started out buy Buying Things. New printer, new computers, new This & That. Things which, in our humble opinions, weren't necessary, but, hey
..we weren't writing the checks, right?
Right off the bat, my right-hand man "Karl" snagged a corporate aviation job and left
in January. The search was on. I was all by myself again, doing all the maintenance work, as well as all the DOM (Director of Maintenance) functions which included scheduling, inspection, parts research ordering, servicing and repairs
..a real One Man band! Fortunately, we picked up another mechanic rather quickly, which was a good thing, as the pace was killing me!
Sam's department was slow, not by any fault of his, but rather, driven by the sagging economy. New avionics are basically high-priced toys that pilots can fly without just fine; as the old ones usually do the job just as well; think of it as replacing your standard TV with a high-def widescreen or trading in your boring old cell phone for a Blackberry.
Sure, the new stuff is incredible, but if money is tight, you can get along without it. So it goes with avionics. Avionics, by the way, is an acronym for Aviation Electronics, if that helps describe it with a little more clarity. There is some amazing new equipment on the market these days; the current trend is replacing the old standard analog gyros and instruments with flat-panel displays
. Truly awesome and arguably superior, but beaucoup bucks, boys. And in a sagging economy, guess which side the coin lands on; required maintenance, or new toys?
Which, by the way, didn't hurt me one bit, as maintenance was my game! Still, it made for a lot of frustration for Sam, as I was swamped and he was bored.
May brought, among other things, a new apprentice mechanic who was here for the summer. He was sharp as a tack, picked up things immediately, and jumped right in with both feet, which was a good thing, as maintenance was churning full-throttle. There were several out-of-the-ordinary projects going on, such as a prop strike (requiring a new prop and engine overhaul) and a Cessna with severe corrosion, requiring extreme parts replacement; both of which tied me up in addition to the other work keeping us running.