air sick

I hate throwing up. I hate when I throw up, I hate when others throw up, I hate the sound, smell, everything associated with it. So one of my first concerns was how often do people get airsick? I asked L* about it, I asked the flight attendants at FACTS training I even tried to research it online. Everyone said it has either never happened to them, or it only happens once in a very great while. So me on my very first solo flight (I know a little out of order forgive my brain for trying to suppress traumatic events!) what happens? Well I'm sure you can guess- the one teenage girl that was actually awake to eat the ice cream sundaes I served was the one to get sick. We were trying to land in Eagle, CO and because of the mountains it was a bumpy also a little sway towards the back of the plane. So everyone's seated and buckled and I hear my name. I learn around the divider and the Mrs. says she probably wont get sick but maybe a bag just in case. So being on the A/C for the first time I quickly run through all the drawers in my head- don't remember seeing airsick bags anywhere! Shit! Quick I grab a gallon ziplock give her that and go back to the galley to get her a cold washcloth. Then I hear the other two teenage girls kinda in an uproar (like they have never seen anyone puke) I go up the Mrs. is trying to get her daughter and friend out of the section where the girl sits, the girl is hunched over towards the outboard wall trying to be as small as possible puking about half gallon I'd say. It was traumatic for me, and probably for her. But we did get through it so I guess thats good because now I wont be freaking out about it everytime I fly someone. Phew.

Blonde Moment Number 1 or was it 3?

So I had my second solo flight- one passenger to cali for 2 days, no problem right. Expect he drinks sanka and not only do I not drink coffee or know anything about it but the way everyone kept saying "sanka" it seemed like it was just completely different. So when we land in TEB I'm a tad stressed making sure I've done everything on my prep list and as I'm getting ice, newspapers, and coffee I completely forget the dreaded sanka. Then my PIC says maybe you should have made a whole pot of the sanka. Good idea I think so off to the FBO to brew myself some Sanka. No directions on how to make a pot of the stuff, so I ask a very professional looking gentleman how much he would put in the filter. He looked at me as though suddenly I had grown a second head and then said nicely (read this girl can't possibly be serious! what company got stuck with this twit?) "you know the big spoons, not the regular ones but the big tablespoons?" Me: Yes (said as sweetly as I can because I'm not completely retarded but I still need to hear the rest of the answer) Man: Well I'd use at least 2 of those, make sure the bottom of the filter is completely covered. Ok well after a little trial and error (industrial type coffee maker) I get the pot of coffee made and head back to the plane. When I get there I ask the other pilot if he knows what the stuff should look, smell, taste like cuz I have no idea and he goes "weeeellll I'd probably just make it a cup at a time when he asks for it. Its instant right?" Someone please shoot me! I take back my previously stated assumption that I'm not a retard! Anyway all and all the trip went rather well, though my principal seems rather eager to get a massage in flight...we'll have to see.