Woke up at 13:30 yesterday for my final night of night shift (17:00-05:00) before 12 days off and looked at my phone.
No issues at Gatwick
Couple of cups of tea, couple of ciggies and then put some food on. Started munching it at 14:30. Phone pings up a message :- "Hold Baggage Screening Matrix failure affecting the TBF". The TBF is my bit of the system
Get to work at 16:15 and survey the scene. In front of the Line Controllers' desk is a baggae cart with about 30 bags on it. Not to bad methinks, but I'm worried as we don't appear to be receiving the volume of bags I would expect. Stroll into the office, say my pleasantries and ask if anyone had checked how late the missed bags were. Blank faces all round until one pipes up "It's nowhere as bad as last time". They send a meassage to all interested parties (Gatwick Airport, easyJet etc.) stating "about 50 missed bags".
I call them idiots and walk out. The supervisor I relieve subsequently scarpers off home.
I check the details of a few of the missed bags...checked in at 13:47, received by us at 15:41. Checked in at 14:02, received by us at 16:16. And so forth.
Wandered back into the office and told "the big boss" to expect hundreds of missed bags - and that the latency of arrival of the bags meant that we could still be getting bags for flights that had probably already landed elsewhere. He's just returned from a 3 week cruise holiday and was very tanned, however, this news turned him ashen and he promptly scarpered off home with simple instructions - "sort it". The Duty Manager waffled on a bit about me ensuring I sent as many bags out last night as I could. I reminded him of the scale of the delay in bags getting to us and it would be wiser to wait until close of play and send all the missed bags in one hit this morning rather than fannying around with the odd 1 or 2 that could have gone. In addition, by this time, there were now 6 baggage carts full of missed bags. He mumbled something in Polish then scarpered off home, as the next Duty Manager, Paul, had arrived.
Luckily we have an area in the baggage hall which we don't use in the afternoon, so I grabbed two blokes and set about sorting the bags into destination airports - simple left to right, A-Z. Aberdeen to Zadar. By the close of play, there were 473 missed bags. Myself, Paul and big Matt then set about "Rushing" them onto flights this morning - lots of paperwork (unaccompanied baggage) but we can "mini-Rush" them as they are "clean bags" - i.e. they hadn't left our facility thus didn't need re-screening. By 00:16 this morning, all bags had been re-labelled, manifested and put on the World Tracer system. By 15:30 all bags had either already been taken out by me to their respective aircraft for the first wave flights, of placed alongside the baggage cart for this morning's flights, if there were just a few - they'll get taken at that time, with the rest of the bags.
45 flights in all will have 1 - 35 (Geneva) mini-Rushed bags going with them this morning. 463 bags will be re-united with their owners sometime today (assuming these bleedin' foreigners the other side courier them ASAP) and 10 bags will arrive in Ljublana tomorrow, as we don't fly there today.
By 04:00 I was completely knackered and sore - being hunched over a pile of bags writing the original tag numbers on the manifest and then re-labelling and lugging them onto baggage carts - takes a toll on these old bones. Mind you, Paul and Matt, 15 years my junior, were suffering too.
By 05:00 I was in the staff car park. By 05:30 I was home. By 05.31 I was drinking a beer. By now, I'm on my 3rd. In twenty minutes I'll be asleep. In 7 hours, I'll be back up and in the pub on the Guinness. With 12 days off
You just gotta work at the airport - it's completely banonkers