remember the time...

How about the time I got ready in 8 minutes. And by got ready I mean out of bed, brushed teeth, did makeup and hair, packed up bathroom supplies and clothes, and computer, put on undies, bra, pantyhose, skirt, button down shirt, blazer, Got in the elevator before my pilots could even text saying they were outside with the car! All in all just 5 minutes late! For weeks after this I had nightmares about missing work...sleeping through it, being in the wrong place for departure etc.

And of course this had to happen with the pilot that I had been teasing about being late just a few days before. Now he gets to sass me for being late and for harassing him :-P

Island life

I went to the Bahamas. I know what you're thinking- beach, shopping, seafood dinners, frothy drinks while tanning by the pool, night life of bars, music, people and possible dancing- yeah I thought that too. We looked at the map and realized that the plane was landing at one end of the island and our hotel was at the other end of the 42 mile long island, but hey we figured we'd get to see the scenery on the drive. Oh man- we were wrong. About 1,500 people on the island, not at all commercialized, they even drive on the Left! (ha ha j/k) Not only that but all the seaweed on the usually pristine pink sand beaches, and the wind blowing from the East (rare), giant spiders, and wasps in the sand. I truly think we were in the Bermuda triangle.

Where the hell are we was the mantra for the weekend.

It gets better though... The lav didn't get dumped, 2 crew members drank till they threw up (me included in that number), everyone got hit on, I endured 2 cases of mistaken identity- honeymooner (pilot for a hubby) and a physician (my captain gave me a nickname of Doc Jones...its a long story), got lost even though the island only has 1 road and learned that the only way to get anywhere is "left at the round about," saw a sting ray and 2 sharks (feeble attempt made to capture shark with sea trash), visited the highest point in all the Islands (206 ft above seas level) and....(drum roll please!) made it back to the USA to tell about it! (After paying $250 to the customs lady.)

Welcome to the Bahamas.

surviving the lions den

so T aviation sent me into the lions den...Mr. Crayola went away with his favorite flight attendant Suzie. THEN! change of plans they sent me to bring him back. yikes. I greet him on the tarmac and he turns looks down at me and shrieks "where's suzie?!" Me: "I'm sorry sir, they sent me." Mr. Crayola "Oh no. This is not good, we have a lot of food, I'll go over all of it with you." So I do the best I can. The whole time I was thinking to myself whatever I always do the best I can and its his problem that he thinks I'm too young for the job. When he got on the plane though everyone wanted drinks and there was so much adrenaline pumping through me I couldn't help but shake- visibly shake, to the point that I could only take one drink out at a time and pray that I didn't spill it. I realized I was in full fight or flight mode. I had to focus on slowing my breathing and chanting "every things going to be fine" the entire time I sat in the jumpseat waiting to reach 10,000 ft. I survived the flights (thanks to the alcoholic content of wine) We landed and just as Mr. Crayola went to leave the plane he turned around to me and said "you did a good job." Then he turned and walked away. First of all I nearly fainted from shock then I blushed and said thank you sir. I picked up some bags and followed his wife down the stairs. She had her hands full as well and was leaning on the railing... except the railing ends before you get to the bottom. I think she was probably 3 steps up as I watched her totter and then swing around the steps in slow motion. Thank god she was drunk and landed on her feet. Good Grief.