On the last trip I worked — over the Christmas/Hannukah holiday — I worked with a flight attendant who came to work sick. Billy was more than sick, he looked like he was about to die.
Today has been exhausting. After a long day boating and swimming yesterday, I flew to JFK last night and spent the night in the flight attendant crew lounge.
I barely slept two hours.
After working three express flights this morning, I ended the work day in Syracuse. I was tired, slightly cranky, and in need of a shower and a nap. I set my alarm for one hour and ended up hitting snooze twice before throwing myself out of the bed and heading down to Dinosaur BBQ.
All of that is pretty boring, right? Those are manageable problems compared to things people are faced with in the world. Being a flight attendant isn’t always glamorous and fast-paced, sometimes it’s boring as fuck.
Then, on my way back to the hotel from the restaurant, something happened.
I am so humbled by this advanced reading review of Fasten Your Seat Belts And Eat Your Fucking Nuts. Seriously, humbled. I read this standing in the grocery store line and almost started crying. There is nothing scarier than being a creative person and putting your words out for the world to judge. When I read negative feedback from people I often think, “And what the fuck are YOU doing? Nothing! So shut the fuck up!”
This first review means a lot to me. First off, this is a dear friend. Second, she is an actor (who has actually been on television–I’ve just been on an airplane serving Diet Cokes), a writer, a stand up comedian, an acting coach and educator, and so much more.
On days when I feel low and the world is beating the shit out of me, I will remember these kind words regarding my first publication. (Side note: my manager is cringing because I wrote “regarding”. Apparently, he hates that word.)
The other day I posted a story on the Flight Attendant Joe Facebook page about an interaction with a passenger. The female passenger sitting in 6C… the story went like this:
A female passenger ordered a hot tea and said, “I’m sorry.”
I responded, “Why are you sorry?”
“Well, whenever I fly, I order a hot tea and the flight attendants roll their eyes. I know you guys hate making hot beverages.”
“Oh no,” I said leaning in towards her, “it’s no problem. I’m sorry that’s happened to you. I’ll make you ten hot teas if you want.”
We both laughed. Later in the flight she ordered a red wine.
When I brought it to her I said, “I’m going to buy your wine for you tonight. Think of it as an apology for all the flight attendants that have rolled their eyes at you.”
Here are ten fantastic costumes inspired by the airline industry that you can easily throw together to make a scene at any Halloween party. You should be able to find most of these items quickly in your closet, the neighbor’s trash bin, or at the Goodwill (You may have to borrow a wheelchair from a nursing home but just be sure to bring it back).
Follow the instructions under each header and have FUN!
Side note – if you get arrested for impersonating an airline employee or any of these costumes – don’t blame me!
The next time you board a flight you might want to thank your flight attendant for not only the drink and food service they provide, but for all the other important things they are trained to do. The important, behind the scenes, kinda shit. The stuff that I’m waiting for during the entire flight. If you think that handing out Diet Cokes and nuts is the only reason we are there, you are sadly mistaken.
According to HNGN.com, a flight attendant working for an undisclosed airline in the Middle East was caught having sex with passengers for money. On the airplane. In the lavatory. What the hell?
Dramatic post title, right? To be honest, I wanted to grab some attention. That’s how I am feeling at this exact moment… dramatic and craving attention.
I’m having ankle surgery this morning at 1110 (PST) and my anxiety level is through the roof. It’s been 24 years since I’ve been under the knife and my fears have kept me on edge since late last week. As I throw on my sweat shorts, t-shirt, and flip flops and head for the hospital, my mind is counting down the hours until this is all over so I can down some Vicodin and relax.
A few days ago I got a text from a friend with a link to an online story regarding a Southwest Airlines flight attendant who was apparently falling asleep on his jump seat while attempting to make an announcement over the intercom.
I read the article, watched the video, and immediately thought that something wasn’t right. Something was weird about the entire situation. You don’t have to be a doctor to know when something seems “off” about someone. I learned that from junior high health class.