In November 2009, a self-proclaimed Archaeology Lifer found herself employed as a Flight Attendant. She's not sure how it happened. No one really is. Here's what happened next...
My family is going to meet the Sens at the airport and I’m stuck in Toronto :(
The one day this week so far I’m not at the airport… friiiig.
GUUUUYS! BEST DAY OF LIFE! EVER!!!
SCREAMING AND CRYING RIGHT NOW!!! HE’S BACK!!!! <3
Day three of the ATC furlough in the states and I’m sick of trying to explain it to my coworkers. They’re like totally shocked and confused. How am I the only one around here who seems to know about it? Even my managers are like “Wait, what?” Like, we work for a US BASED CARRIER PEOPLE, pay a little bit of fucking attention once in a while.
And then one manager who hadn’t even heard about it until I told him five seconds previously told me I was wrong and didn’t understand how it worked. He then said that ATC problems in the US wouldn’t affect our arrivals and departures since we’re in Canada.
….OK buddy. Clearly you know more, since you didn’t even know this was happening. My bad. And yeah, US BASED AIRLINE, flights to and from the US. NO WAY US ATC problems could possibly affect us…
Seriously, I wish my colleagues would get their act together sometimes.
SOMEONE JUST ASKED ME IF I WAS GOING TO HAVE A BABY. CAN I GO AND DIE IN A CORNER NOW?!
Oooh I love how the airport screwed me this week. They wouldn’t give me the day off I only needed off because they changed my schedule and ruined my plans/appointments I’ve had set up for two months. So now I’m essentially not going to get to sleep for more than an hour on airport couches between now and Monday afternoon. FML.