ESTP Women Careers: The Branch Nobody Grades

Contents
  1. The Expiry
  2. Two Hours Ahead
  3. Tilden
  4. The Review
  5. Boone
  6. Kearsley
  7. The Module
  8. Tonight
ESTP women and career — the Entrepreneur

An ESTP woman commits before the information arrives, because the cheap branch expires before the information does. When it works she got lucky; when it doesn’t it goes in a file under judgment. Nobody has ever been graded on the storm that turned.


There is a line of storms sitting on the west side of the system tonight and Rooney Vasko has about two hours, and I am standing behind her chair for the first time in a decade, and neither of us has said anything about that.

The first time I stood behind that chair she was twenty-nine.

It was a summer evening in 2007 and we had a cell parked over the connecting hub and the whole afternoon bank behind it, and the duty manager was working the problem the way you are taught to work it, which is aircraft by aircraft.

Rooney was on the desk next to him and she said, to nobody, “We’re going to lose the crews before we lose the airplanes.”

He said the airplanes were the constraint.

“The airplanes are the constraint right now.” She had two screens up. “Nine of those crews time out between ten and eleven-thirty. If we hold everything waiting on the cell, we’re not delayed in the morning, we’re short nine crews at six a.m. and there’s no reserve in the right cities.”

He held everything. She was right. We started the next morning with four aircraft parked and nobody legal to fly them and a recovery that ran two days.

Rooney came to Sandhill Air in 2002 as a crew scheduler. She was twenty-four, with two years at a fixed-base operator behind her and a semester and a half of college. She is a compact, loud, extremely funny woman who swears in a way that has been raised at least twice by people who were not offended and thought somebody should mention it. She does not sit still. She eats standing up at the back counter. In twenty-four years she has not sent an email longer than three lines, and I have gone and looked.

Sandhill Air flies fifty-one aircraft under a major’s code out of a base in Ashcroft, with an operations control center on the second floor of a building the airport authority would like back. Nine controllers and a duty manager on shift, three shifts, and a wall of clocks that are all correct and one that is stopped at eleven-forty because it stopped during a night everybody who was there remembers and somebody decided not to fix it.

I came here in 1994, ran the OCC from 2006, and have been vice president of operations since 2015.

This company has had one sentence for Rooney Vasko for twelve years. It is the best defence of her that anybody ever mounted, I am the one who mounted it, and it has been in her file and in every conversation about her since the day I said it.

She’s the best I’ve ever seen in the first hour. Her judgment’s the question.

Renard Cobbs is our chief operating officer. He is not a bad man and he has never once been in that room during weather. He has a way of closing out the discussion whenever her name comes up on a slate.

“Not after Tilden.”

The Expiry

Everything in this room is about a moment that is not marked.

In irregular operations, every option you have gets more expensive over time and one of them disappears entirely. If you cancel a bank of flights early, you take a known loss: refunds, rebooking, a bad afternoon, some money. If you wait, you keep the chance that the weather moves and you fly the whole schedule and the loss is zero. That is the good branch and it is real and it is the reason waiting is not cowardice.

But waiting is not free after a certain point, and the point moves. The point sits somewhere other than the weather’s arrival. It is the moment your crews stop being legal, or your airplanes end up in the wrong cities to start tomorrow, or the reserve pool in the base you actually need is gone. Past that line, the cheap cancel is no longer available and every option you have left costs more than the one you didn’t take, and you will be paying for it for two days.

The craft is knowing where that line is while you are inside it, with the information still coming in, on a night that has never happened before.

And here is the thing about that decision that took me twenty years to say out loud. You are only ever graded on the branch you took. If you cancel and the storm turns north, everybody sees an afternoon of empty gates and a number, and the storm that would have eaten you is not visible to anybody, ever. If you wait and it hits, everybody sees the wreck — but they also see a storm, and nobody has ever been held responsible for weather. The two errors do not leave the same evidence behind them, and only one of them comes with a villain.

The room itself is nine consoles, a bank of screens on the long wall showing weather and the airline’s own network in three colours, and a chair at the end that nobody sits in on a bad night because a duty manager had a cardiac event in it in 2011 and lived. He is retired in another state and sends a card at the holidays and the chair is still there and it is a perfectly good chair.

The green board is a whiteboard by the door that says how many days since the last operational irregularity, and it has been wrong since 2018, and the last person who updated it left the company, and there is now a superstition about updating it that three separate managers including me have declined to challenge. The number on it is nine.

A controller works ten-hour shifts on a rotation that puts you on nights every third week for your whole career, and nothing about this job happens in daylight only, and everybody on that floor has a marriage or a body or a hobby that has paid for it. Rooney has done twenty-four years of it. Boone moved to days in 2012.

I referee high school volleyball. I have worked the state tournament twice and it is the only place in my life where somebody tells me, out loud, in front of a gym, that I have made a bad call, and I find that restful in a way that I have stopped trying to explain to my wife.

Two Hours Ahead

What Rooney does is not prediction and it took me a long time to stop calling it that.

She does not know where the weather is going. Nobody knows where the weather is going; there are nine people in this building with better meteorology than she has. What she does is hold the whole live shape of the operation in her head at once — where every airplane is, which crews are close to the wall, which stations have no gate agent after nine, which captain will not take a delay and which one will — and read where the expiry sits, and commit to a branch while the branch is still cheap.

There is no bravery in it either. She is doing arithmetic and doing it fast. Ask her inside the hour and she will give you the whole thing in order, and I have the recordings, and the reasoning is real. Ask her three days later and she will tell you she doesn’t remember, and she is not being modest.

Bao Tran came to us in 2022 and sat next to her for a year. He came to me once, mystified.

“How does she know?”

I said she doesn’t know, she’s counting.

“Counting what?”

I told him to ask her.

He came back and said she had told him she counts the doors that are closing, and that most people count the ones that are open because there are more of them and it feels better.

The best night I ever watched her work was not a big one.

A single aircraft went out of service in an outstation at half past six with a full load and no maintenance on the field, and the standard play is to cancel it and roll the passengers to the morning. She was on the desk maybe ninety seconds.

“Whose is the Tilden turn?”

Yancy Poe read the tail off.

“Take it. Send it empty. It’s twenty-two minutes of flying and I get both loads out and I keep the crew legal on the back side.”

Yancy said the Tilden passengers would be an hour late.

“Fifty minutes. And they connect on the last bank, and the other ninety people don’t sleep in an airport.”

It cost about nine thousand dollars in fuel and crew time and it saved three hotel blocks and a morning. Nobody wrote it down anywhere. There is no field in any system we own where that decision exists, and if you pulled the reports for that evening you would see a delay.

Boone Tallis has been a duty manager here since 2008 and is very good and is not what she is. When Boone commits early, the word used about him in this building is decisive, and I have used it myself in a slate meeting, about a call that cost this company money.

Bao asked me once what the difference was between them.

I said Boone was more consistent.

“Consistent how?”

I told him to watch them both on a bad night, which was good advice and was also me getting out of a question.

Tilden

The Tilden bank was in 2014.

There was a line coming across, forecast to track directly over our connecting hub between six and nine in the evening, and every model we had by mid-afternoon agreed. Rooney was on the desk. She pulled the trigger at four-forty and cancelled forty-one flights, which is early, which is aggressive, and which she did because at four-forty the crews were still positionable and by six-thirty they would not have been.

The line turned north.

It went up and over and we had nine-tenths of an hour of rain and a beautiful evening, and forty-one cancelled flights, and about nine hundred passengers who had already been rebooked, and a number somewhere around four hundred thousand dollars once you count the hotels and the goodwill and what the major charged back to us.

Our partner’s network people called before eight in the morning. Renard was in my office by nine. The word that came out of that phone call and into this building was premature, and it stuck, and it is the correct word for what she did, and it is also the exact word for what she does when it works.

I want to be plain about the arithmetic, because I did not do it at the time and I did it in 2024 and I will get to that. On the information available at four-forty, cancelling was the higher-expected-value branch. What she was doing was buying insurance at a price that looked cheap against the loss it covered, and the loss did not occur, which is what happens most of the time when you buy insurance.

Nobody has ever put it that way in this building, including me, including her.

I asked her about it in 2015, about a year on, in the parking structure.

“Would you make that call again?”

“On that information? Yes.”

I said that wasn’t going to be a popular answer.

“You asked,” she said, and got in her car.

The Review

The review was ten days later in the upstairs conference room, and I want to describe what I did because it has taken me twelve years to understand it.

Renard wanted a finding. Our safety director at the time, Pris Nakamura, correctly pointed out that there was no safety issue whatsoever and that this was a commercial decision made inside the controller’s authority, and that the correct venue for it was a coaching conversation and not a review.

Renard said the number was four hundred thousand dollars.

And I defended her. That belongs here. I said she was the best operational mind in the building, that the call was defensible on the information she had, that the outcome was weather and not judgment, and that we were lucky to have her.

And then, because Renard was not moving and because I wanted the meeting to end with her still employed, I said the other thing.

“She’s the best I’ve ever seen in the first hour. We just need to work on the judgment piece.”

That closed it. There was no discipline. There was a note, a development conversation, and a plan, and the plan was completed and closed out in 2015, and I signed the closure myself.

The sentence has outlived the plan by a decade.

I have heard it come back to me from three people who were not in that room.

Renard used it in front of me in 2021, in a slate discussion, and I did not correct him.

“She’s the best we’ve got in the first hour,” he said. “It’s the rest of it.”

Somebody asked what the rest of it was.

“Judgment,” Renard said, and looked at me, and I nodded, because the alternative was to explain in a slate meeting that the sentence he was quoting was mine and that I had made it up under pressure to end a different meeting seven years earlier. It is on a slate summary from 2018 in a font I did not choose. Renard says the short version, which is not after Tilden, and he says it kindly, and he thinks he is being fair, because in his head the alternative was firing her and he did not fire her.

She has been a senior duty controller since 2011. She applied for the OCC manager position twice, in 2017 and in 2021.

The second time I told her in my office, standing, because she does not sit down in offices.

“Consistency,” she said.

I said that was the word that had been used.

“By who?”

I said it had come up in the discussion.

She looked at the window for a second and then said, “Okay,” and asked whether I needed anything before she went back down, and I said no, and she went back down and worked a nine-hour shift.

I read that as her taking it well. What I now think it was is a person establishing, in three questions, that there was nothing available to work with, and then not spending anything further on it.

Boone

In 2019 Boone Tallis cancelled a bank at five-fifteen ahead of a line that turned north.

Not similar. The same. Thirty-eight flights, a slightly smaller number, the same physics, the same call, made forty minutes later in the sequence than hers had been, which if anything is worse.

There was no review. There was a phone call from the partner, and Renard said we’d made a conservative call on a bad forecast, and Boone gave a fifteen-minute talk about it at the regional operations conference the following spring, and the talk was good. I was there. The title of the talk was about decision-making under uncertainty and the closing line was that the job is to be wrong in the direction that lets you fly tomorrow.

That is exactly what Rooney did in 2014 and she has never once put it into a room, and Boone put it in front of two hundred people with a microphone.

Two of our nine controllers are women. In thirty-two years this company has put twenty-one people into operations leadership and five of them were women and none of the five came off the OCC floor.

Rooney did not go to that conference. She has never gone. When I asked her about it once she said conferences are for people who like being in rooms.

What the identical call buys a man on the same desk, and what he does with it the next morning while she is asleep, gets tallied elsewhere.

Kearsley

In 2024 I was at an industry thing in a hotel bar with a duty manager from another regional, a man named Halvard Stenz, and we got onto weather, the way you do.

He said the worst night of his career was a line that turned north.

I said we’d had one of those.

“Ours didn’t turn until nine,” he said. “We held everything. Beautiful call, right up until it wasn’t.”

He told me the rest of it because he wanted to. They took a diversion into a station with no ground crew after ten. Three crews went illegal in a city with no reserves. An airplane sat for two days waiting on a crew and a part. He gave me a number for what that night cost them and it was more than double four hundred thousand dollars, and he said the number the way people say a number they have said many times.

Then he said the date.

It was the Tilden night. Same line, same evening, a hundred and forty miles east of us, and they waited, and the branch we did not take actually happened to somebody, and it cost them what she said it would cost.

I asked him whether anybody at his company had ever worked out what the other branch would have cost.

He said no, and looked at me like it was an odd question, and then said, “How would you.”

I said you could reconstruct it.

“You could reconstruct a number,” he said. “Nobody’s going to believe a number about a night that didn’t happen.”

I did not tell him what I was doing with my face. I bought him a drink and I have not told anyone at this company about that conversation until now, which is a fact I have examined from several angles and cannot make look good.

The Module

Our recurrent training has a module on crew resource management, which everybody in this industry does, and which exists because of a series of accidents in which people who knew something did not say it in time.

In 2016 the vendor who delivers ours added a section on communication styles. There is a workbook. You take a short instrument at the start of the day and the letters go on a tent card in front of you, and the instructor uses them to explain why people push back differently under pressure.

Rooney’s card said ESTP.

The instructor ran a scenario — a captain making a call the dispatcher disagrees with — and asked the room how each style would handle it, and when she got to Rooney’s corner she said something about that style being action-oriented and preferring to intervene directly rather than escalate.

Rooney said, “If it’s a safety issue I’m not going to worry about my style.”

The instructor said that was exactly the point of the module.

“Then why do I have a card.”

There was a laugh and the instructor moved on, and I was two seats away and I thought Rooney was being difficult, and I have replayed that exchange perhaps thirty times since the hotel bar.

I kept the workbook because I keep everything, and the material is in the back of it. The letters, it says, are a ranking written short: one habit carrying the weight, a second that carries it outward, and a pair at the far end that surface only when a person deliberately goes and gets them, slowly, and badly with a room going hot. Where each of these sits in her case is written up under the type’s own heading, drawn from the sixteen the vendor was working off.

Under the load is the live situation, at full resolution, as it stands right now. Not a stored library of nights and not a forecast — the actual field, all of it at once, updating. That is the whole answer to Bao Tran’s question. Knowing is beside the point. She holds more of the present than anybody else in the room and reads where the cheap branch expires.

The second one is what she does with it, and it is a genuine calculation about asymmetric cost, run fast, available for an hour and gone by the weekend.

The far-end pair are exactly the two that would have made her career rather than closing it.

One is a picture of the long arc — the fleet plan, the network in three years, where any of this is going. She does not have it and does not want it, and it is most of what an operations leadership job actually is.

The other one is what I missed for twelve years. It is the management of the room after the event: the phone call the next morning, the framing, the fifteen-minute talk with the title about decision-making under uncertainty. A decision does not become a reputation on its own. Somebody has to narrate it, afterward, in a register that is entirely social, and that narration is what a record is made of. Boone does it. Boone is not cynical; he simply thinks about how a thing will be understood, because that faculty is available to him.

Rooney makes the call and goes home. There is no version of the Tilden night in this company’s memory that came from her, because she has never once told it, and so the only version that exists is the one Renard got on the phone at eight in the morning from a man in another state.

The plain part, since the sentence was mine. If a single event is being cited in decisions about you years afterward, ask for it in writing — what the finding actually was, whether there was a corrective action, whether it was closed and when — and most of the time you will find that the plan closed years ago and nobody ever took the sentence out. And if outcomes get reviewed for some people on your floor and not others, that is a countable thing, and it can be counted out of records your company already keeps. Neither of those is a conversation about temperament, and there are people for them: a union representative if you have one, an employment lawyer if you don’t, and whoever at your company is supposed to take that kind of report.

The front matter of that workbook says the instrument is a discussion aid with no place in staffing decisions, and that when people answer it again a month afterward, about a third of them end up sorted somewhere else, while the measures underneath barely shift.

The tent cards were in the room for one day. The sentence I said in a conference room has been in circulation for twelve years, and neither of them was ever measured.

Tonight

She has about ninety minutes now, and the line has been slower than it looked at six and that is the worst version of this, because a slow line pushes the expiry past the shift change and now the decision has a person in it who has not been watching all evening.

Two things came unstuck after the hotel bar.

The evening in 2007, first, and we’re going to lose the crews before we lose the airplanes. That one has been my story for nineteen years — the night a twenty-nine-year-old scheduler was smarter than a duty manager. That story is wrong in a way that matters. She was counting a different thing — the doors that were closing — while everybody else counted the ones still open, and she said the answer out loud to nobody in particular because there was no procedure for a person in her chair to say it to a person in his.

Then the review in 2014, and my own sentence. I have carried that for twelve years as the day I saved her job, and I told my wife that, and I believed it. What I did in that room was take a commercial decision that was correct on its information and convert it, in twelve words, into a permanent property of a person. Renard could not have done that. Renard did not know enough about the operation to do it. It required somebody who was on her side.

She will retire off that desk. That is not a prediction; it is what the establishment review is for, and I have seen the deck, which contains one drawing of this room with six consoles in it.

What the tent card left out. She has a daughter at a university in another state and has never once mentioned her in this building, and I know because of an emergency contact form; she is genuinely unkind about one of the other controllers, undeservedly, and everybody tolerates it; and she turned down a job at the major in 2016, twice the money, and would not tell me why, and I asked twice.

She is not going to get the manager job. I know that and she knows it, and next year they will put in an operations analytics layer and a decision-support tool and there will be a review of the controller establishment, and I have seen the deck.

Bao Tran is on the desk behind her tonight, watching her, which is the correct thing for him to be doing. He asked her twenty minutes ago what she was waiting on and she said she wasn’t waiting on anything, she was watching two stations, and he asked which two and she told him, and he wrote them down, and she noticed him writing them down and did not say anything about it.

At eight-forty she leaned back and said, to nobody, “Ashcroft’s the problem, not Tilden.”

I am already thinking about how I will describe this tomorrow.


The people in these essays are composites drawn from long observation. The theory is not.

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