Manager’s Stupidity: Endangered a Mechanic’s Life
It was a dark and stormy Sunday morning in 2005, the kind of day that demands coffee and staying put. At 6:56 a.m., Mary and I were awake, eyes glued to the laptop’s radar, where Northern California drowned in angry swaths of yellow and red. The phone rang, slicing the silence. Bud, the on-duty Lead Mechanic, sounded calm but firm. “Mark, head to McClellan Air Park, grab a company truck, and get to Ukiah to cover the Cal Fire Base.” I studied the radar, rain blanketing the region. “Bud, it’s a monsoon out there. No pilot’s flying in…