Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Normally on the last day of a trip I phone it in. I just want to get home. Nothing interesting happens. I don't try to make extra conversation with passengers. My smile is most definitely an effort.
The last day of this trip was quite the exception. My hotel van didn't show up (which was fine because I am always crazy early) so the hotel staff gave me a free breakfast while I waited for the next van. How nice was that?!
As I was doing my classic walk through the airport (pulling luggage with one hand, holding and looking at my phone with the other, carefully scanning my peripheral for obstacles and people) a strange man walked awkwardly towards me and then past me saying, "Your so cute" in a strange accent I couldn't place. weird. So I looked up from my phone made a weird face and kept walking towards my gate as quickly as possibly.
Once on the plane one passenger brought us fun size Butterfinger Bars. Yum.
Another Passengers brought each of us this hilarious sticker... He then thanked us for all we do and apologized for all the mean passengers he has seen over the years. He also said he is glad we are trained and onboard, but hopes he never needs us in that capacity. You and me both, Sir.
On top of all of that, the Captain was handing out the book "The Age of Flight". It is a book about the history of United. I already have one, so I declined. But still, how nice was that?!
Whilst all this awkwardness and generosity was going on, one person told me I look like Elizabeth Shue, another said I resembled Jodi Foster, and someone else said I look like (name escapes me), a tennis player from the 1970's.
These cultural references give you the general age of the people I work with.
It is always awkward when people say you look like a famous person. What do you say? What if you think the person is ugly or crazy? (Like when people said I looked like Britney during her drugs and head shaving phase. Thanks???) I usually just say, "Oh, thank you. I haven't heard that before." and then pretend to know who the person is they are talking about (Elizabeth Shue? Seventies tennis player?)
I am pretty sure everyone who looked at me that day could tell I had had a long five days. I mean, I still have a gouge and bruise on my forehead from a run-in with a floating shelf in one of my hotel rooms. So, I think everyone saw me coming a mile away, with a slightly crazed and extremely worn out look, and thought they better be nice to me. Which they were.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
A passenger came onboard and gave us these special treats. What a nice guy! When I tried to thank him for being so thoughtful, he humbly said, "I just appreciate all the hard work you all do. So, thank you."
He was high up in United's milage status. So he travels a lot. Which means he sees a lot of us flight attendants. And he still brings us sweet treats! Maybe it's because we are just that great or because he thinks we need some sweet in us; if only in our bellies. (I have worked with and been, myself, both kinds.)
I am working lead this trip. That means I'm the boss and work up in first class, while the other two FA's work together in the back. One of the funniest parts of working up front is the visits from the FA's in the back.
One will come up. Grab a chocolate. Chat. Then talk about how annoying the other FA is. I "hm" and "what?!" in interest. Then she heads back to pick up trash.
The other will come up. Check for extra meals to snack on. Chat. Then talk about how annoying the other FA is. I "hm" and "what?!" in interest. Then she heads back to check seat belts.
Rinse and repeat.
Ah, work. It's a hilarious, and at times sweet, peek into the human condition and behavior.
It's the small things. If I didn't find it amusing, I would quite literally go crazy. Instead, I get to enjoy fancy chocolates while relaxing in my room.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Once we made it up there it was a non-stop fun fest of outdoor activities, food, and game nights.
(I originally tried to upload 49 photos. It was taking a while, so I had to pare it down...to 34. I tried.)
We went up to camp to sneak in some snowshoeing, cross-country skiing, and snowmobiling.
On the river.
Watching out for open water and old picturesque bridges.
The guys caught up to us.
The hike in to the cave was a combination of walking, scooting, sliding, and butt sledding.
Some saucy posing at the caves.
We almost lost Tim.
Thank goodness he was safe so that he could teach the men to tree bend (I don't know the technical term).
Better luck next time.
After all that slipping and sliding we were ready for some personal pizzas and a couple serious rounds of Pictionary.
The camera was laid by the way side for game time and hot tub time. I was very busy loosing and Kelsey's January legs are frightening (and hardly discernible amidst the snowy landscape).
Men in tights. errr, long johns.
Specialty bath robes.
Uber fashionable indeed.
Whew! That was a long one. Are you still there?
Thursday, January 19, 2012
After three days in a row of, "I was expecting you to say something about my new heater. When are you going to post about my new heater?", here it is.
Jake wore out another (I think this makes 3, plus my old hair drier) space heater. In our *tiny* apartment we have two of them, in addition to our perfectly functioning heat. Why is this necessary? I honestly don't understand it either. But, I have learned to go with it. Heater no.1 (and what lead to the eventual demise of my last hair drier) is for optimal comfort and warmth whilst sitting in the bathroom. 'nuf said. Heater no.2 is for white noise at bed time. I have finally (after over four years) stopped laughing about the former and have learned to appreciate with the latter.
As mentioned, this past weekend we were in the market for a new space heater. Off to Home Depot we went. After about three to four rounds of:
"What do you think about this one?"
"I don't care, that one looks good."
"hmmm, it might be too industrial looking. Maybe this one."
"No one is going to see it. I don't care. Get what you like."
He finally settled on this beauty.
It works very well. We are so proud.
Last photo by Jake.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
|Ben in his Ben Folds tee, so perfect|
|Potato soup not pictured|
Everybody needs everybody. Family visits are nice. Cute babies and football make adults loose their minds. Red onions are bad. We have lots of information on the Blue Ridge Mountains, incase you are planning a visit.