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...

 

I’ve been living a three year long, modern version of Pride and Prejudice, and I’ve just realised that Mr Darcy may have been a bit of a jerk at first but overall he’s actually not a huge tool and may, in fact, be completely perfect.

Elizabeth Bennett (aka Hannah, the idealistic twit who reads too much) is such a dumbass.

‎”You are an excellent candidate for this First Officer position sir…but please, tell us why your number of take-offs does not equal your number of landings?”

‎”You are an excellent candidate for this First Officer position sir…but please, tell us why your number of take-offs does not equal your number of landings?”

Huh.

My horoscope (Pisces) for today was:

This is a good time for solitude, quiet, or contemplative activities and rest. Your spirits may be temporarily depressed, so take some time for yourself. Others may criticize you or show little emotional warmth at this time.


More or less, this was pretty accurate (eerily so in fact).  However they SHOULD have mentioned something along the lines of “Be careful while driving jetbridges this evening, in case you hit your favourite rampie in the face and he has to go to the hospital for stitches.”

Just saying.

Ok, entirely NOT my fault, but I still feel pretty bad about it.  Therefor, BEER.