Friday, July 18, 2008

Stranger Than Your Sympathy

About 20 minutes before I was scheduled to go home, I got called out for a domestic pairing. One leg to LA, 16 hours, and two legs home via IAH. I was slightly concerned that I was going to run into someone that I didn't want to see going to LA; instead, I had this guy sitting in first class. He was very nice and just like any other annoying, rule breaking first class passenger. To be honest, seeing Curtis for .2 seconds was way more exciting.

On a side economic note, gas in LA was $4.57. I just paid $3.91 here in Jersey AND I didn't pump it!

Day two on my domestic trip was a little bit better because I still hadn't gotten over all those domestic-isms that make flying state side different than across the pond. Also, a friend of mine was deadheading back to EWR, come to find out that a bunch of us big bad international flight attendants had all been assigned domestic pairings and I actually lucked out with what I got. We'll see what happens tomorrow though. I was eligible to pick something upfor tomorrow, but I was too busy riding roller coasters in Hershey ;)

Monday, July 14, 2008

Cosmic Whammie

I called in sick, ten days off. I had airport alert. Twice. Round one, I got Brussels after two hours, which was nice. Round two commenced at 7:45 this morning. I haven't been up this early for ANYTHING in four months; I am sleepy. As I type, I'm sitting in the crew room surrounded by creepy commuters who think this is a free motel with a sky so grey you'd think its London. Its already 8, so I guess everyone showed up for their two day LHR. I have no idea what else leaves this early and nothing else is really open. As much as I would love to go home, it sure would be nice to work. After all, I did just buy brand new furniture for my room.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Chronic Clutter and Hoarding Disorder

My mother and college roommate will be the first two to tell you that I have a problem. I love to collect piles of crap, meaningless scraps of paper that have some sort of minuscule significance at one point in time. In this bigger process of moving back from college, the crash pad, and learning how to be a successful contributing member of greater society, I still have going away cards dated 9/1998, notes we passed back and forth in chemistry, report cards from senior year (two C's - calc and physics). If you sent me a birthday card in the past decade, I have it. Whats nice about the extreme clutter in my room is that it is free of boy - meaning all my boy boxes are hiding in the basement awaiting sentencing. In case you were wondering, oh ex-boyfriend(s), I'm shredding it all, decapitating stuffed bears, and throwing away what used to be your precious box. I think its a positive step in my disorder, seeing that for years the thought of destroying this stuff made me break out in hives. But finally, FINALLY, keeping it around makes me feel like I weight a million pounds.

I've also been home for a week and have another four days to go and needed SOMETHING to occupy my time. Go sick call! Sometimes, you just need a mental health day, or ten.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

All Cracked Up

My head/neck currently leans to the right; I know this because my new chiropractor showed me the x-rays. (I know, I know, if I wanted to be blasted with more radiation I should have just gone to work). I decided to see one because of the annoying pain I'm experiencing from sleeping at the LHR hotel, and the constant bending up and down to deliver drinks or pick up rubbish, whether its in first class or steerage. Its going to help my sinus situation, as the body has been built to work as one. Part of the damage is from years of girls landing on my head during cheerleading practice, as well as my car accident four years ago. I've had a very positive experience with the whole thing, my insurance covers it, and seeing how I got my furlough packet two days ago, I'm having everything I can possibly have done now. My next stop on the doctor train is the dermatologist, and I might have to see my eye doctor in August because by the time September rolls around, Lord only knows if I'll even still be pouring cokes.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

This one time, on my way to Zurich...

I totally saw Curtis, TLC's Take Home Chef in the terminal. And let me tell you, homeslice is damn sexy. I got all star struck and just stood there and watched him walk by. I'd let him take me home any day!

Then on the way home from Zurich, I had some Swiss soccer player sitting in my section. Seeing as I know nothing about the sport, let alone actual players (with the minor exception of Becks, and that's only because of Posh) I had no reason to ask for an autograph or slip him my number during the beverage service. He too was quite smoking.

Did I tell you the part about how I got to go to Zurich? Were you in Zurich today? Didn't think so.