Returning to writing, returning to the parts of me that make me The Lysser.
Here I am, six years later a married lady with a beautiful little girl sitting in New Jersey during a global pandemic.
I know I have things to say. I have to find them, and I will. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride as we all find our new normal and I find my way forward.
Best part of my job? Its always a sunny day at 35,000 ft. The following describes my life, it's glamour, and the glory of being a flight attendant for a legacy airline. You're jealous... I can tell.
Saturday, May 23, 2020
Monday, February 29, 2016
Friday, February 19, 2016
If your Airline isn't listening, the FAA sure is:
I found this article during my many internet searches for my latest trip of a lifetime preparations. It sounds like there are a few different ideals and thoughts about flying are coming through from these complaints:
- If you do not travel frequently, then my guess is your impression of your experience should be that of the 1970's and I promise you, those days are long gone. Yay deregulation!
- Just like roads and bridges, the radar system that commercial jets use in the US dates back to WW2. It's time for an upgrade that conservatives aren't willing to pay for, nor are airlines. Hence systematic and problematic delays in problem spots like the Northeast.
- Your eyes and seatbelt do not deceive you: Americans are getting bigger and the seats are getting smaller.
- I agree with the legislation put forward. Airlines should be required to disclose the information about their commitments to the FAA. And just like all other commercial enterprises, I hope consumers continue to use the power of the purse.
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Thursday, October 29, 2015
You know you're from New Jersey when...
you have a nightmare about pumping your own gas.
Nightmare.
Via iPhone
Nightmare.
Via iPhone
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
That just happened
A very panicked new hired just called me "m'am". She needed to ask how to get to the parking office.
Welcome to 31 years old, where you are no longer a miss, but m'am.
Via iPhone
Welcome to 31 years old, where you are no longer a miss, but m'am.
Via iPhone
Monday, August 17, 2015
Intestinal Distress
I made the epic mistake of eating some salad and other airplane food goodies coming home from the Dominican Republic Saturday. I was only good for one day, and was assigned a high time turn no less. Having absolutely nothing in my pantry, I figured I would gorge myself on plane food, which normally doesn't have such lingering consequences. Wrong. Lesson learned. No fresh fruit and veggies washed with tap water in the Caribbean. Lesson learned!
Thursday, August 6, 2015
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