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When it comes to this topic, perhaps more than any other, I must stress that I can only speak for myself. But people are asking me how I feel about Malaysian Airlines flight 370, so I will tell you.
Generally I approach accidents like a surgeon to her patients. Cool detachment. “Minor” incidents are a piece of cake – evacuations, sliding off the runway, aborted landings, mechanical diversions, etc. – don’t even register on my emotional radar. They are proof of our procedures working, every day. That’s all. I keep moving.
The major incidents are like old relationships – you feel differently about each one. (Read more…)
Last week Crewed Talk focused on a recent flight I took from Spain to London. I was a “real” passenger, and this gist is that we missed our flight by 12 hours because…(are you ready for this?!)…I misread the flight information. It left at 1:30am. Not pm. Doh! Not my proudest moment.
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While admitting that, the actual flight profile was (in my personal experience) unheard of. A short-haul, 3am, international arrival operated by a traditional carrier? Doesn’t happen, I would’ve said. And I thought I had enough experience to know. (16 years? Anyone?) At that hour of arrival, the transport limitations alone means a plane ticket-sized taxi bill.
But of course it did happen! And, although many travel industry people have shared my surprise, my readers did not at all. Fair enough. But there is a bit more to our story. Continue Reading
It doesn’t happen often but it did this week. I figured I’d be good and pick up some extra hours of work. So I volunteered to work for the company, but they didn’t call the first night (figures!), and by the next morning I was over waiting for a call that may or may have not come. So instead I hopped on a plane to see my nieces.
Upon arrival in Georgia, my sister says that my dad’s puppy is seriously ill. So I have dinner with the nieces, go back to the airport, hop on a plane to my dad’s house and show up there at 11pm. I hang out there for a few days keeping my favorite duo company. Then it’s back on plane to Georgia so I can fulfill my few nights with the girls before heading home to my own house in London.
The flying life: I’m a bit tired but being there for my family is totally worth it. Sometimes being a flight attendant smells like jet fuel and rude people. Most of the time it smells like freedom.
I really don’t like working to islands. The Caribbean (etc.) just isn’t my thing. I don’t care about lying in the sun, buying cheap booze, scuba diving or golf, especially for the exchange rate: drama like DDS (Dramatic Dominican Syndrome), ancient planes with broken…everything (only 1 of 3 bathrooms was in working order last night!), three legs a day, 5am hotel pick-ups and 11:30pm finishes. Yuck. That being said…it’s pretty hard to pout from here. I admit it.
Recently I flew with a flight attendant that everyone at my base knows and likes. She stands out for many reasons, like wearing stilettos all the time at work. As in, overnight, all the way across the ocean. But what she’s most known for, is glitter.
It’s a long story, but now people even leave it in her work mailbox. Sometimes crews beg her to bring it out. The people have come to expect it! And this photo…well, this is how everyone knows you’ve flown with her. (Which also means you’ve had a fun trip!)
I love all the crazy personalities we have up there in the sky. Never, ever a dull moment.