
The job of an FAA inspector must be incredibly boring. I imagine them sitting at their desks all day facing down gigantic piles of paper: letters of authorization, certification compliance packages, applications for operating certificates, enforcement actions, ad infinitum. And when the beleaguered inspector gets one pile stamped, signed and delivered, an FAA factotum appears with a new stack and thumps it onto whatever clear space remains in the office. Every day, looking up blearily from the stacks, our overworked inspector looks fondly out the window and wonders whether she can take a few minutes away from the office to visit the airport and see if her charges are playing nice or need some friendly nudging.
But no, she has become inured to the needs of her customers, the pilots, mechanics, repair stations, charter operators and airlines that she oversees. Her biggest pleasure these days is finding a missing comma or misspelled word, so she can send the package of paper back to the applicant for revision and resubmission, which at least gets it off the desk for a while.