I can’t help myself. Earlier this week a Twitter follower brought an interesting blog post to my attention (thank you, @clayton988!). It’s called Don’t Date a Girl Who Travels. And it’s cute – but I just have to rebut!
Note: the content re-posted here – so that I may respond (in blue) – is a slightly condensed version of the original piece on Huffington Post, by Adi Zarsadias. Click here for the full text.
She’s the one with the messy, unkempt hair colored by the sun. (So, Ok. You got the first one…) Her skin is now far from fair like it once was. Not even sun kissed. (Got ya! I’m pale as they come, slathered with SPF since I was 13 years old. My travels taught me to be observant and listen to advice from older, wiser travelers from early on. [*smug face*]) But for every flaw on her skin, she has an interesting story to tell. (Still, that’s the attitude I try to have.)
Don’t date a girl who travels. She is hard to please. (Miss. Travel has taught me to also enjoy the small pleasures in life.) The usual dinner-movie date at the mall will suck the life out of her. (On the contrary. Yin yang. For every fast lane there is a slow one that’s nice to take sometimes.) She will be unimpressed with your new car and your expensive watch. (Amen Amen!) She would rather climb a rock or jump out of an airplane than hear you brag about
it money. 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.
Click for the column: Inside the Mind of a Flight Attendant
So here we are – yesterday (my time) was the big day, when FlyerTalk debuted my new column “Inside the Mind of a Flight Attendant”. I’m thrilled to see it up and have questions coming in already.
I’m glad the time difference forced some hours of delay between it going live and my posting here, because it gives me a chance to make a note or two about what I’m seeing on the debut.
Aside from the fact that I’m pleased with the initial reception, I briefly want to address the questions about whether someone will recognize me, etc. First and foremost, if you do recognize me on a flight – please do say hello! I’m not sure how likely it is, but I’d be happy to meet a reader and customer and have no fears about that at all. Continue Reading
Go here now. (Or at least on January 29th! Ok?)
I can finally share the news! Contracts are signed and a debut date has been picked: starting next Tuesday (Jan 29th) you can find me chatting about airline life and aviation topics at my new weekly FlyerTalk column!
I’ve known FlyerTalk for a long time, a popular site where “road warriors” and plain old aviation geeks swap expertise, stories and opinions about travel. Think: Ryan Bingham (George Clooney in Up in the Air) would have been a premium member. (You know – if he were real.) Continue Reading
The very image of desperation?
Sometimes there is more than 140 characters to say in response to an airline-related news story. Finally, I have decided to act on that for this story about a “cancer patient denied oxygen by EasyJet staff on a four-and-half hour flight”.
As must always be said: this is merely my personal opinion, having nothing to do with the specific airline involved, and based solely on the details given in the article…which must always be recognized as second-hand and most likely leaving out pertinent details which may or may not change what I think about the event. Read the last part again, for it cannot be stated enough.
With that out of the way, let’s summarize the story: a 56-year-old chemotherapy patient gets onto a flight, late and breathless. She requests oxygen, is “denied” because oxygen is for “emergencies only” then proceeds to suffer throughout the fight, to the extent that she wrote a note saying, “I can’t breathe need oxygen dying” which one one took notice of. She survived but a doctor says this she is “lucky to be alive”. Continue Reading