As it would turn out, I did get called off airport alert. Scheduling interrupted my nap at 5:15 to tell me I needed to be at terminal A by 5:30 for a 2 day. Of course there was an airport alert that got there at 5:30 that wanted to go on the trip (maybe she was from ATL?) but I wasn't about to give up my hours. I'm barely going to break my guarantee as it is. Besides, scheduling isn't nice like that. Ever. That two day turned out to be kind of nice, and get this - we arrived early at every single one of our destinations! Early! Ended the trip a whole hour early too.
The next day (yesterday) I worked a charter flight; I took Syracuse football to their game in Louisville. I know nothing about 'Cuse football, had no idea which one was even the head coach (I was serving first class). But I will tell you this: if you have $150,000 you don't know what to do with, charter yourself a flight. These boys, who smelt from here to high heavens, ate like kings. They got two sandwiches, hot and cold, fresh fruit, cheese and crackers, ice cream, frozen fruit bars, two bottles of Gatorade and a water. I've worked business first going to Europe and these guys had more food. The best part about a charter is ferrying the aircraft. I got to sit in the cockpit for take off and landing, and it made me realize how much I want to go to flight school. All I need now is to either a) find a sugar daddy or b) enter the magical land of holding a line, fly my ass off and save up to at least afford my bills while in flight school. Someday.