Scheduling’s task of calling crewmembers can be fraught with tension. Assigning crews who are on reserve is a mundane task at best, and a stressful one at worst…until he called her…

In a world where the divide between schedulers and flight crews is as big as the chasm of a broken heart…

Where the notorious standard contention between the two departments constantly simmers always threatening to blow over…

I say conventional work resentment be damned.

And look, I never do this.

I read these things with friends to mock. I mean, what kind of person would write in at random, mooning over someone they don’t even know, all in the hopes that the other person will somehow remember them and respond?

I figured at best it’s desperate and at worst slightly stalkerish but then…

Then I heard your voice.

There are no passengers, only guitars

I don’t even know what you look like, isn’t that wild? But your voice was melodious as I roused you from sleep at 2am to assign you that AUS turn no one wanted because it departs from a satellite base and there’s a country-punk music festival.

I know you’re kind, because you didn’t swear at me, or immediately berate your assignment. You accepted your fate silently, stoically…wait were you even awake?

Anyways.

Where were we?

Austin. Music. A plane. You.

I bet you handle that stone cold pack of weirdos like a champ. Your voice told me that you’d never make the guy with a bow tie and lens-less glasses feel like “too much” for asking for a secure place for his polaroid camera.

Your cute, sleepy, “mm-hms” as I told you departure time and your position assured me that you’re as sweet as you are diligent, and that you’ll find places for all 5-7 guitars that respective owners insist on bringing as carry-ons.

Yeah I’ve got an assignment for you- it’s a direct flight to love

I know this is a long shot. Not only because I talked to you in the wee hours of the morning and I’m not positive you were fully awake. I know I’m a scheduler and you’re a crewmember. They say it’ll never work. We’re just dreaming. We’re from two different worlds.

But what I heard in your voice during that witching hour phone call was the answer to every question I’ve ever had. Your confused “ok thanks” before hanging up was a vow, and my aswering “you’re welcome” was a promise.

To find you.

To love you.

To perhaps connect and share photos of each other before we meet up- it’s 2023 and you can’t be too careful.

All this to say, the essence of your audible presence was unmatched, and I can only hope that you’ll call me back. Not because you’re contractually obligated to return my phone call within 15 minutes to avoid a missed trip, but because you felt it too.

God, tell me you felt it too.

– Jeremy from Crew Scheduling