My favorite real holiday is Thanksgiving.
Going off my two last Turkey Days spent as a flight attendant I had the idea that I would be somewhere great. The first year I was fortunate enough to have a trip that landed me in Portland for the night and was able to make dinner at my house. The following year luck was on my side once more and I was in Rome on a five-day trip. My luck this year was not in place. I even moved my days around so I could be available for a five-day trip somewhere fabulous. I even signed up for airport alert on Monday with a positive attitude and was sent home empty handed mirroring the three other times I have warmed the couch this month.
So today, I was on page two of the list and as I woke up croggy from my night prior, I started looking around my room and got sad not to be at home. What was worse it that I had no idea where I would end up for the day or how I would get some much needed turkey in my tummy. I went to the coffee shop and sat hoping I could magically be home. When I returned I found my roommate leaving to enjoy with his family. After a teary eyed call from Carol, I decided to take a shower and get all dressed up and have a nice Turkey dinner at some swank place. Well I returned to my room to hear the tune. Airport alert was assigned at 1930. I made some mac and cheese and sat in the living room sad. I took a much-needed nap and then headed towards the subway. I stopped by a diner next to Port Authority and begged them to let me take turkey dinner to go. And I sat in the crew room and ate my turkey and pumpkin pie.
I got back home at 0100 and am still sad but at least my tummy is happy!
28 November 2008
8
Great thing about being a New Yorker with a couple connections: Being invited to Tao’s 8th anniversary, getting to the door and knowing the doorman, running into Brooke Shields, Lance Bass, and Jeremy Pivan, meeting the owner, sitting at his table, and dancing the night away at Marquee. All while finishing off in my tradition of Cafeteria.
25 November 2008
real world
The great thing about New Yorkers is that they don't give a crap about celebs. They wander the streets among us not bothered and usually completely un-noticed as everyone is in a hurry to get some where. On Friday I covered a familiar shift for a friend at Brother Jimmy's but they put me in a different section. Pretty soon here comes tons of cameras and a group of people who ended up to be The Real World Brooklyn. Granted when I was 13 I watched it but now, I could give a crap. With that said, if you happen to be a fan, watch for the waitress in the background in the red "classic" tee shirt!
21 November 2008
early date
Of all the strange dates I have had this one goes down as the earliest date ever.
I play volleyball for a city league and we are not very good, in fact we suck. The main purpose for us getting together every Wednesday night is to have cocktails after. Well my first game with the team was on the UWS the day I moved into my apartment so I just told the crew I would meet them there versus going all the way down to the EV and back up. Ellie told me to go to the school on 79th and Amsterdam. Ok, so I show up ten early and begin to wander through the school to look for the gym. I am not seeing anyone but cleaners and noticing how the hallways lock up. I decided it best to go back to the lobby and wait as I could see myself spending the night trapped. Finally a teacher comes down and I ask her where the gym is explaining I was there to play volleyball. She was stunned and then told me that there was no gym there. First what the hell kind of school doesn’t have a gym, and what do I do now? She was kind enough to walk me to a rec center around the corner explaining that she thought I was Gwyneth Paltrow. I don’t think she has time to hang around closed schools looking for volleyball teams, but whatever! So I hear the squeak of shoes against a gym floor and bound up the stairs to find guys playing basketball. Piss! However they were able to direct me to the correct school, gave me the address and everything. So I ran over there in time to play a game and a half and then go out for drinks.
We go to this bar around the corner and after my friends ditch me I move to another table and watch the end of the Phillies win over the Rays. Upon leaving a guy gives me his card and tells me to do what I would like with it. Two weeks later I text him and then we set up this date. So yesterday morning I wake up at 715 in order to meet him at 745 at a coffee shop three blocks down the road. I brushed my teeth and hair and bundled up. I didn’t have the energy for sox and shoes and just figured sandals would be okay for a short walk. I get there 5 early to discover that this coffee shop doesn’t open until 1000. Yay, right?! So I stand there and make small talk with the lady guarding the construction sight next door. Finally Kurt shows up and is just as surprised as I am. He suggested another place on 112th and Broadway so off we go, through Morningside Park up flights of stairs and two more long blocks. And just when I think my toes are going to fall off we arrive at a great little café for breakfast. In retrospect the date was good, he is cute and funny, intelligent, and adventurous and I will see him again for sure. After tracing my steps back home at a fairly rapid pace, I climbed back into bed until 1130.
I play volleyball for a city league and we are not very good, in fact we suck. The main purpose for us getting together every Wednesday night is to have cocktails after. Well my first game with the team was on the UWS the day I moved into my apartment so I just told the crew I would meet them there versus going all the way down to the EV and back up. Ellie told me to go to the school on 79th and Amsterdam. Ok, so I show up ten early and begin to wander through the school to look for the gym. I am not seeing anyone but cleaners and noticing how the hallways lock up. I decided it best to go back to the lobby and wait as I could see myself spending the night trapped. Finally a teacher comes down and I ask her where the gym is explaining I was there to play volleyball. She was stunned and then told me that there was no gym there. First what the hell kind of school doesn’t have a gym, and what do I do now? She was kind enough to walk me to a rec center around the corner explaining that she thought I was Gwyneth Paltrow. I don’t think she has time to hang around closed schools looking for volleyball teams, but whatever! So I hear the squeak of shoes against a gym floor and bound up the stairs to find guys playing basketball. Piss! However they were able to direct me to the correct school, gave me the address and everything. So I ran over there in time to play a game and a half and then go out for drinks.
We go to this bar around the corner and after my friends ditch me I move to another table and watch the end of the Phillies win over the Rays. Upon leaving a guy gives me his card and tells me to do what I would like with it. Two weeks later I text him and then we set up this date. So yesterday morning I wake up at 715 in order to meet him at 745 at a coffee shop three blocks down the road. I brushed my teeth and hair and bundled up. I didn’t have the energy for sox and shoes and just figured sandals would be okay for a short walk. I get there 5 early to discover that this coffee shop doesn’t open until 1000. Yay, right?! So I stand there and make small talk with the lady guarding the construction sight next door. Finally Kurt shows up and is just as surprised as I am. He suggested another place on 112th and Broadway so off we go, through Morningside Park up flights of stairs and two more long blocks. And just when I think my toes are going to fall off we arrive at a great little café for breakfast. In retrospect the date was good, he is cute and funny, intelligent, and adventurous and I will see him again for sure. After tracing my steps back home at a fairly rapid pace, I climbed back into bed until 1130.
all for a good night's sleep
So my first day moved back onto the island, I spent ironically in Brooklyn. Now understand there are all sorts of areas in Brooklyn, just like there are in Manhattan. I lived in the not so fabulous part. My therapist whom I adore lives in this great are of Brooklyn called Park Slope. I walk around this area at time envisioning myself married with kids, that’s how nice it is. Proudly I figure out my way there via four train changes and we do our thing. Then following I have a dermatologist appointment right down the block. Lunch in between while still picturing a nice life here in the neighborhood. See the doctor and then decide that I am going to head to IKEA since I don’t have any form of a bed and sleeping in the recliner was all well and good last night while I was drunk however the fat that it will not stay back will become a problem while sober. I hop on the B train after calling the automated voice of BK IKEA and keep looking for the stop. And looking. Well I end up in Coney Island. I get off the train and ask the MTA guy where the hell IKEA is and he laughs and tells me to enjoy the long ride back. Ready for this: it was one stop in the other direction from where I started! Almost wanting to give up and go home, I pause re-gather myself and get off at the correct stop. Another questioning of the tollbooth to find out that I need to cross the street and hop on a “shuttle bus” to IKEA. I get on and ask if it s the right one and forty five minutes of standing in rush hour bus stops and gos I see the holy land. First thing I do is hit the bathroom then begin to wander about. I have inherited this cheapness thing from my father and not like to think about spending lots of money; therefore I sought out the less expensive bed frame I could find. My roommate said he knew a mattress guy so this was all I really needed. To get a clear picture of this scenario now, here I am with a 1 x 7 box hauling to the check out making a game plan for the overcrowded bus and two subway changes home. I paid my $40 plus tax and exited. A man approached me and asked if I was taking the bus home. I proudly said yes as I was determined to tackle this. He told me he could give me a ride home for $40…SOLD!
I assemble my bed and Jase comes up with cushions from the couch as my mattress until he can find the guys number. So for two nights I do that. Then this girl appears whom he is apparently dating but asking me if I yell at my boyfriend all the time. To which I just replied no, and he tells me that she yells at him all the time. Good relationship, I reply. So this girl shows up and hands me an air mattress. Either she feels sorry for me or wants the couch cushions back were they belong. Whatever ii is, while listening to her yell at him, my air mattress is losing air. Apparently she punched a hole in it…I am not quite sure how that did anything to him, just me. I visit this “mattress guy” and boy is he creepy. He is doing his sales pitch and I call him out on it and tell him that I am just looking for something cheap. I got a hell of a deal and delivery this time. And when he asked for my phone number I faked it and got the hell out of there. Three days later heaven arrived and I have been sleeping like a baby ever since. The mattress combined with Jase wising up about the girl makes for quite evenings.
I assemble my bed and Jase comes up with cushions from the couch as my mattress until he can find the guys number. So for two nights I do that. Then this girl appears whom he is apparently dating but asking me if I yell at my boyfriend all the time. To which I just replied no, and he tells me that she yells at him all the time. Good relationship, I reply. So this girl shows up and hands me an air mattress. Either she feels sorry for me or wants the couch cushions back were they belong. Whatever ii is, while listening to her yell at him, my air mattress is losing air. Apparently she punched a hole in it…I am not quite sure how that did anything to him, just me. I visit this “mattress guy” and boy is he creepy. He is doing his sales pitch and I call him out on it and tell him that I am just looking for something cheap. I got a hell of a deal and delivery this time. And when he asked for my phone number I faked it and got the hell out of there. Three days later heaven arrived and I have been sleeping like a baby ever since. The mattress combined with Jase wising up about the girl makes for quite evenings.
18 November 2008
preference of destiny
I am changing my reserve preference to request to fly to try and work on Thursday. While on the page I had the option to also change it for the Thanksgiving week. I started to change it and wondered if I was changing my destiny. I always play these games to guess what scheduling will do with me if...I never win so I just left it alone...for now that is.
15 November 2008
ipod
My ipod is my lifesaver on the subway as well as bus rides to and from the airport. I constantly have it on shuffle and will sometimes forward to a more upbeat song or something which matches my mood at the moment. The other day I was spacing out and the song from Love Actually , "Love is all you need" came on. Immediately following was The Beatles, "Love is all you need". Do you think this little device is trying to tell me something?
300
My 300th post doesn't come with any great stories or updates. It is that time of year in flight attendant reserve life in which I sit airport alert unused and then around on call. The big difference between this year and last is that I realize this fact and have found things to occupy my time. I have been walking the pooches, playing volleyball for a city league, and picked up some shift at Brother Jimmy's for some spending money since my paycheck next month will be shit!
Today finds me hanging out at home on call listening to the rain and now watching the sun struggle to break free from its barrier of clouds. The Ducks are playing at 630 and it is sad to think it is the second to last game of the regular season. Where did the fall go?
So I went on a date with this guy the other night. I have known him for about a year, met him at the old watering hole of the UES. And he suggested bowling, which I love the idea and when a guy has actually taken the time to think about what to do. So we meet up at a bar, have a beer and head down there. He wins by one point. Afterwards we hit the Coffee Shop for a milkshake (my idea) and we are talking. We are talking about past party days and I said that I have fun in my life and he said he was a little more low key. I reply that he was a good guy then! He goes off on how nice guys are always getting the shaft and blah, blah. I was just sitting there trying to defuse the situation with no accord and finally told him he wasn't being a nice guy at the moment, he was being an asshole. And this is why it sucks to date!
Today finds me hanging out at home on call listening to the rain and now watching the sun struggle to break free from its barrier of clouds. The Ducks are playing at 630 and it is sad to think it is the second to last game of the regular season. Where did the fall go?
So I went on a date with this guy the other night. I have known him for about a year, met him at the old watering hole of the UES. And he suggested bowling, which I love the idea and when a guy has actually taken the time to think about what to do. So we meet up at a bar, have a beer and head down there. He wins by one point. Afterwards we hit the Coffee Shop for a milkshake (my idea) and we are talking. We are talking about past party days and I said that I have fun in my life and he said he was a little more low key. I reply that he was a good guy then! He goes off on how nice guys are always getting the shaft and blah, blah. I was just sitting there trying to defuse the situation with no accord and finally told him he wasn't being a nice guy at the moment, he was being an asshole. And this is why it sucks to date!
11 November 2008
elevators
I was speaking with my doorman this morning after returning from a coffee run followed by a brisk walk around the neighborhood. I expressed my love of the neighborhood in the perfect combination of old and new New York. Everything from the buildings to the stores to the people have the mix of modern and raw. He agreed on the idea and then went on to tell me about how our building is a perfect compliment to the neighborhood. He did tell me to watch out because it is a fertile building. A new mom came home on Sunday and two more are expected this week. I told him that I didn't want any of that and he warned me to be careful of those fertile elevators. To which I replied...I will be taking the stairs then!
05 November 2008
change
Change is inevitable and most of the time unwelcome. But in my case I embraced the hell out of it and used it for motivation to get my butt in gear and to get the hell out of, not only Brooklyn but my funk. A week ago the movers pulled up (one from the previous time) and took my perfectly packed room and we journeyed across the bridge and uptown.
I have moved into a fantastic new building with a doorman (how NY is that?) and into a room which over looks the city and from which I can see my favorite building in the world...the Chrysler Building. The other night I returned home to see the little lit up and fireworks going off south of the city. It is such a wave of relief to be back into the city! I will admit that learning the ins and out of the west side subway system or how to get to the East Village in a timely manner are presenting me with challenges but this time they are not overwhelming. And do you know what else is great? It took me..count them 75 minutes to get from my room through security! The old route took upwards to three hours sometimes with two trains along with the bus ride. Love living on the westside...when it comes to flying that is. I am realizing that I have built me life around being an East side girl. But again there is always room for change!
I have moved into a fantastic new building with a doorman (how NY is that?) and into a room which over looks the city and from which I can see my favorite building in the world...the Chrysler Building. The other night I returned home to see the little lit up and fireworks going off south of the city. It is such a wave of relief to be back into the city! I will admit that learning the ins and out of the west side subway system or how to get to the East Village in a timely manner are presenting me with challenges but this time they are not overwhelming. And do you know what else is great? It took me..count them 75 minutes to get from my room through security! The old route took upwards to three hours sometimes with two trains along with the bus ride. Love living on the westside...when it comes to flying that is. I am realizing that I have built me life around being an East side girl. But again there is always room for change!
history
This day in history has found me in Dublin, watching the television with great interest and hope. I left the tv on as I sleep because the polls were not closed as it was time for bed. I awoke to find we have a new president-elect. When asked were I was when change was elected, I can answer...in a hotel room in Dublin after many a pint of Guinness!
29 October 2008
been a long time...
It is not that I haven't wanted to write but I always find myself short on time, resources, or inspiration. I will say this past month has been a blur when it comes to life. I made some big decisions to move me forward and to a better place, I was bombard with friends and family, and said good bye to the love of my life.
I spent the first three trips of the month in Ireland, which I love and then in between entertained not one, not two, but three friends in one weekend. Nichole was a planned visited and I managed to actually get on the good side of my supervisor to ask for some days off during her second visit to the big apple. She came and crashed with me in BK after a three hour bus ride into the city because some idiot planted a suspicious package in the outbound Lincoln Tunnel. Apparently he did it the Wednesday prior on my way to work which would explain why I looked up from The Post to find the bus in some neighborhood. The great thing about Nichole's visit is that she had been here prior and did all the tourist crap so she was happy to hang out and do my life routine. We caught a Ducks game at the local bar and ended up at Cafeteria where our server was from Oregon...we fell in love with him immediately!! The second day we were joined by Dave May and went to an amazing restaurant for dinner and then out on the town for cocktails. The third day Turiya made her appearance and we all went to Girmaldi's for the best pizza I have ever had outside of Italy. I could only convenience one of them to go walking with Willie and me.
Carol was my second visitor and was keen to take a trip with me to Belfast where I showed her around the city and of course around the bars as well. She came to help me with the decision to find a new home for George as this place is god-awful for both of us and she deserves a better life. That being said, the girl packed up her belongings and took up her Oregon residency once more. Yes, I am very sad and no the breakdown still has yet to arrive.
I made the amazing choice to move back to the city and have found a great two bedroom share in the UWS/South Harlem/Columbia/Morningside...depending on your audience. The big move is tomorrow morning and I literally counted the days until it was here. I would think..."this is the last time I have to haul my bags to this subway line" or "this is last time I have to change trains four times to get home". I am super excited for the move and hope to get everything put away and make it a home asap. My new roommate is a whole nother blog!
What else...I finally fell down the stairs to the subway today with my bags. My roller board went flying as I slipped down at least eight stairs. My backpack stopped me finally along with my left forearm with is already showing the war wounds. What actually surprised me is how many people stopped and asked if I was okay.
I am sure there is much, much more to talk about but this girl is hitting the hay and moving back to civilization tomorrow!
I spent the first three trips of the month in Ireland, which I love and then in between entertained not one, not two, but three friends in one weekend. Nichole was a planned visited and I managed to actually get on the good side of my supervisor to ask for some days off during her second visit to the big apple. She came and crashed with me in BK after a three hour bus ride into the city because some idiot planted a suspicious package in the outbound Lincoln Tunnel. Apparently he did it the Wednesday prior on my way to work which would explain why I looked up from The Post to find the bus in some neighborhood. The great thing about Nichole's visit is that she had been here prior and did all the tourist crap so she was happy to hang out and do my life routine. We caught a Ducks game at the local bar and ended up at Cafeteria where our server was from Oregon...we fell in love with him immediately!! The second day we were joined by Dave May and went to an amazing restaurant for dinner and then out on the town for cocktails. The third day Turiya made her appearance and we all went to Girmaldi's for the best pizza I have ever had outside of Italy. I could only convenience one of them to go walking with Willie and me.
Carol was my second visitor and was keen to take a trip with me to Belfast where I showed her around the city and of course around the bars as well. She came to help me with the decision to find a new home for George as this place is god-awful for both of us and she deserves a better life. That being said, the girl packed up her belongings and took up her Oregon residency once more. Yes, I am very sad and no the breakdown still has yet to arrive.
I made the amazing choice to move back to the city and have found a great two bedroom share in the UWS/South Harlem/Columbia/Morningside...depending on your audience. The big move is tomorrow morning and I literally counted the days until it was here. I would think..."this is the last time I have to haul my bags to this subway line" or "this is last time I have to change trains four times to get home". I am super excited for the move and hope to get everything put away and make it a home asap. My new roommate is a whole nother blog!
What else...I finally fell down the stairs to the subway today with my bags. My roller board went flying as I slipped down at least eight stairs. My backpack stopped me finally along with my left forearm with is already showing the war wounds. What actually surprised me is how many people stopped and asked if I was okay.
I am sure there is much, much more to talk about but this girl is hitting the hay and moving back to civilization tomorrow!
28 September 2008
a reason
After my bitching and freaking out over scheduling rolling my day off and sending me to Dublin to work economy no less, I understand why things happen for a reason. I was given the gift of a new day off, I did earn it by flying in, walking dogs, and then running to end the evening waitressing. Saturday was all mine to sleep in, AND my good friend Turiya was in town on a layover. We had lunch, caught up, had a beer or two and then I outfit her in Duck gear and we went to watch the game! Following we had some more cocktails at work and she was in hog heaven. I got to spend the night in the city and have breakfast before sadly saying good bye and headed back home. Where I found, I am going to Paris, working the galley and with a dear friend of mine who defines Paris....See things do happen for a reason!!
24 September 2008
hate it
I loathe my job for how much it messes with my mind! Of course I had all of my days lined up so I could work trips and not have them mess with me, but what did those motherfuckers do? They made me sit around on call all day yesterday wondering if the phone would ring. And nothing. Today I hope to just fly under the radar so I can keep my commitment to Beth and take over all the pooches on Friday so she can leave town.. But NO now I have to go to Dublin and they rolled my day off to Saturday and my whole entire next month is fucked up because of scheduling!!! In my mental list of good and bad things about being here this is definitely bad!!
23 September 2008
field trip
So I have the whole day off, I have tried in vain to work but no one needs me. So I decided to go into the city and see what I had been missing out on. With a to-do list in hand and my ipod in, I set out across the East river. I went to visit my old super and stopped in to my old dry cleaners and starbucks to say hi. (Mind you these were some of the kindest people to me). I then took a bus cross town to see if I could pick up some shifts and to get some paychecks. I then walked around the UWS and checked out the neighborhood. I ran into a card shop and then printed out my taxes and then hopped on another bus and walked across Park Avenue and got on the subway down to Murray Hill to try and pick up some work. I then walked down to Union Square through Gramercy Park and decided I would like to live on Irving St. Went DSW and bought some work shoes, Virgin Megastore to pick up the fourth season of Greys, and then over to Trader Joes to find a line of twenty people just to get into the store...humm NO! I then went to dinner at Japonis where a table of gentleman badgered me until I joined them. They were very pleasant and it was nice to have some one to talk to you as I ate sushi and drank cucumber martinis. Having a taste for dessert i ended up walking through the Village and over to the restaurant in Washington Square of that guy who had the Ben Harper tickets last year. Man alive! Fantastic dessert, hit the spot. Then I walked down to Houston and through SoHo a bit before I decided to call it a day and hop in a cab across the bridge.
17 September 2008
hurt once more
I sit in a stranger’s apartment. My clothes are hung over the shower to dry. I just walk back and forth not knowing where to rest. At least I am out of the rain. I have found temporary shelter from the tropical storm but not from my emotions.
A week of intuition told me there was something wrong but I placed it to the side as paranoia. As I stood huddled under an awing outside the liquor store where my thoughts were not only confirmed but also laid out in front of me without regard. My old neighborhood, the one I long for along with the simplicity of prior months in all ways, was the setting for the cliché’ ending to the relationship which caught me so off guard in the first place.
After the conversation I just walked and let the monsoon fall down upon me hoping it would take to the earth my heartache with the rainfall. Hope for the disbelief to be washed away in the gutter with the pools of water. I walked to shelter and felt no relief, I walked towards the bus to have it pull away at my approach, I rode another bus only to get off again, another subway to get away from the pain. A familiar face handed me keys to pull it together. I walked to the building and walked six flights not realizing I had taken a single step.
Now I lay awake in my bed not believing what I have been told, wondering what it all means, allowing myself to hurt before closing the heart up once again.
A week of intuition told me there was something wrong but I placed it to the side as paranoia. As I stood huddled under an awing outside the liquor store where my thoughts were not only confirmed but also laid out in front of me without regard. My old neighborhood, the one I long for along with the simplicity of prior months in all ways, was the setting for the cliché’ ending to the relationship which caught me so off guard in the first place.
After the conversation I just walked and let the monsoon fall down upon me hoping it would take to the earth my heartache with the rainfall. Hope for the disbelief to be washed away in the gutter with the pools of water. I walked to shelter and felt no relief, I walked towards the bus to have it pull away at my approach, I rode another bus only to get off again, another subway to get away from the pain. A familiar face handed me keys to pull it together. I walked to the building and walked six flights not realizing I had taken a single step.
Now I lay awake in my bed not believing what I have been told, wondering what it all means, allowing myself to hurt before closing the heart up once again.
what next?
I am among the “they-s” who say all things happen for a reason. Hearts are let down, expectations fail at the time of want; things don’t go according to plan. But those lessons, which are often learned the hard way, are still lessons non-the least and that is what we call growing up. That doesn’t come with age per say as some people think. Some think they need to be married by a certain age and let society dictate what step should be next as the calendar progresses. I am clearly not one of those people.
I don’t believe I am grown up for my age and that may come from the lack of a real career and my filler jobs which surround me with girls in their twenties. I believe I have made this reference prior to feeling like I am away at college. Now I have my two roommates and being a flight attendant feels like school. London is my hated calculus class that I just fail to understand no matter how many times I attend. Paris is that early morning chemistry class which is a bitch to get to but so enjoyable once you make it. Rome is that cakewalk class that you only get to take once maybe twice in your academia. Manchester is like the psychology class I was dying to take but once involved it was interesting but I failed to see the relevance. Narita and Hong Kong constitute the senior project that seems so far away but the golden ring as long as I don’t suffer too hard from senioritis.
The point is I never intended to make this job my career. Maybe I will endure long enough to get a degree or two but I don’t see myself as a full time student. One must grab onto something at some point and decide this is going to be it, this is where I plan to end up and what usually goes along with that is who you end up with. Well at the stage of lacking the later once more, I am free to think again about my future solely.
I was in the crew room here in my chemistry class, much like my favorite class in college with the professor who wore the yellow, faded tee with the periodic table, and a girl from the crew came up and started talking to me. For some reason I thought it acceptable to talk about every job under the sun I have had and my loss for knowing what I should do next. Well she explained to me how she has lived in five countries while teaching English in each. I replied that sounds like a really cool thing to me and within a minutes’ time she had a website pulled up with pages of opportunities. They range from three months to two years depending on the country. It is defiantly something to think about.
I don’t believe I am grown up for my age and that may come from the lack of a real career and my filler jobs which surround me with girls in their twenties. I believe I have made this reference prior to feeling like I am away at college. Now I have my two roommates and being a flight attendant feels like school. London is my hated calculus class that I just fail to understand no matter how many times I attend. Paris is that early morning chemistry class which is a bitch to get to but so enjoyable once you make it. Rome is that cakewalk class that you only get to take once maybe twice in your academia. Manchester is like the psychology class I was dying to take but once involved it was interesting but I failed to see the relevance. Narita and Hong Kong constitute the senior project that seems so far away but the golden ring as long as I don’t suffer too hard from senioritis.
The point is I never intended to make this job my career. Maybe I will endure long enough to get a degree or two but I don’t see myself as a full time student. One must grab onto something at some point and decide this is going to be it, this is where I plan to end up and what usually goes along with that is who you end up with. Well at the stage of lacking the later once more, I am free to think again about my future solely.
I was in the crew room here in my chemistry class, much like my favorite class in college with the professor who wore the yellow, faded tee with the periodic table, and a girl from the crew came up and started talking to me. For some reason I thought it acceptable to talk about every job under the sun I have had and my loss for knowing what I should do next. Well she explained to me how she has lived in five countries while teaching English in each. I replied that sounds like a really cool thing to me and within a minutes’ time she had a website pulled up with pages of opportunities. They range from three months to two years depending on the country. It is defiantly something to think about.
oregon, lovely oregon
Hmmmm, it is so nice to be home. In fact my attitude immediately shifts the second I land. The self protect mode falls to the ground and I know that I am safe. I will grant that I have kept the "not putting up with bullshit" mode but I think that is just good sense.
Yoder, the life-saver was there to greet me and drive me down to ol' Roseburg where Carol had Abby's pizza and conversation awaiting. Dr appointments with doctors who could only survive in Roseburg took up the morning and lunch with Minda, Yoder, and Marilyn took up the afternoon pre-post taxes. Yes, I just filed my 2007 taxes.
A bbq at Nene's was the perfect way to be welcomed back to P-town and I was in complete bliss being surrounded by dear friends. BBQ's in NY, virtually unheard of.
Next day after a complimenting doctors appointment and therapy with wax, I set off shopping with Nichole and she took me to my favorite restaurant for salad and a glass of wine, another bliss moment. We met up with Yoder for a fabulous dinner and then wound up at a strip club with the boys.
Friday was getting ready for the wedding festivities and figuring out rides to get everywhere. Luckily I am not in town too often and people are actually okay with me bumming rides. The rehearsal bbq was good fun as we all prank called Craytie and then set up a game of kickball. After a shower and dramatic costume change we met for cocktails and then went out on the town. Taco Bell, not cafeteria ended our evening, that and a whole bunch of giggling.
The big day was upon us but first thing was first with Duck football. I met Nene at a lousy excuse for a sports bar that would serve pancakes but not nachos while the game was on for the first half. During half time I busted back to change and bum yet another ride. We arrived for a wedding pre-funk and I immediately found the owner of the house to ask him to turn on the Duck game. It wasn't even on a minute before the guys joined me to watch the nail bitting, double overtime win to the game. Just in time for the ceremony.
The wedding was ideal, perfect down the last detail.
Sadly my stay ended Monday morning and Brooklyn and George welcomed me home. This time I had no feelings about staying or going, it just seemed routine.
Yoder, the life-saver was there to greet me and drive me down to ol' Roseburg where Carol had Abby's pizza and conversation awaiting. Dr appointments with doctors who could only survive in Roseburg took up the morning and lunch with Minda, Yoder, and Marilyn took up the afternoon pre-post taxes. Yes, I just filed my 2007 taxes.
A bbq at Nene's was the perfect way to be welcomed back to P-town and I was in complete bliss being surrounded by dear friends. BBQ's in NY, virtually unheard of.
Next day after a complimenting doctors appointment and therapy with wax, I set off shopping with Nichole and she took me to my favorite restaurant for salad and a glass of wine, another bliss moment. We met up with Yoder for a fabulous dinner and then wound up at a strip club with the boys.
Friday was getting ready for the wedding festivities and figuring out rides to get everywhere. Luckily I am not in town too often and people are actually okay with me bumming rides. The rehearsal bbq was good fun as we all prank called Craytie and then set up a game of kickball. After a shower and dramatic costume change we met for cocktails and then went out on the town. Taco Bell, not cafeteria ended our evening, that and a whole bunch of giggling.
The big day was upon us but first thing was first with Duck football. I met Nene at a lousy excuse for a sports bar that would serve pancakes but not nachos while the game was on for the first half. During half time I busted back to change and bum yet another ride. We arrived for a wedding pre-funk and I immediately found the owner of the house to ask him to turn on the Duck game. It wasn't even on a minute before the guys joined me to watch the nail bitting, double overtime win to the game. Just in time for the ceremony.
The wedding was ideal, perfect down the last detail.
Sadly my stay ended Monday morning and Brooklyn and George welcomed me home. This time I had no feelings about staying or going, it just seemed routine.
open heart
So I have made the decision to have an open heart and mind no matter what. I long to keep the peacefulness that Oregon allotted me throughout these four months and see what good things will come to me. The last time I made this decision I was set up with a wonderful guy who opened my heart and mind. So here I am once more deciding what path to take and ultimately where I should end up. I was waiting on fate to decide that for me the whole time, by either meeting a guy or just knowing what was right when the strike of lighting hit. Well, what is that saying...got to take matters into your own hands. So here I am in London of all damn places keeping my mood alift.
On the way to my bus, Beth called and told me she signed me up for a volleyball league which made my day. Alright a good thing, interaction and working out. I was able to work first class aisle on the way over and had Kelly Osbourne as a passenger. She was totally sweet and very polite.
Nothing much else going on here because I choose to keep a low profile and just catch up on rest. My boycott of London is still standing! : )
On the way to my bus, Beth called and told me she signed me up for a volleyball league which made my day. Alright a good thing, interaction and working out. I was able to work first class aisle on the way over and had Kelly Osbourne as a passenger. She was totally sweet and very polite.
Nothing much else going on here because I choose to keep a low profile and just catch up on rest. My boycott of London is still standing! : )
01 September 2008
this crew
I off to work yet again after taking almost a week off flying I am out the routine. Today I lack the excitement to be back in the air to deal with people and to go off once more to Manchester. I made to work and checked in then headed off for a salad. While waiting for the plane, we did the usual meet and greet of the crew. I had actually flown with most of them prior.
The captain with his 10 minute brief.
One of our oldest flight attendants at 70 with strangely a lot hair and who feels it's okay to keep hitting on me. He told me he just finished filming a Ballywood movie and I look exactly Denise Richards. So he continued to call me Denise the whole flight.
The ISM is a cool guy I had gone somewhere with before, cool dude. He did find it necessary to give me a play by play on his love life while we were taxing.
The back galley gal is one of the headaches from the last time I signed up to babysit (play ISM). Nice but that whole trip sat uneasy with me so I just avoided her.
The FO is new to me but totally cool.
The first class galley girl, the one whom I am to work with....She is a Chinese speaker and it totally new to international period. She asked me if I would teach her how to do the galley. Sidenote: If you know me, you know that I have little tolerance for stupid questions. I offered to just take the postion from her since we didn't have all night to get things done and I was already in a bad mood. I got to the ISM first and briefed him on her proximity to pushing me over the edge. I became "cook" as she called it. And then the questions: how long you cook? how you work? how many flights you learn? how spell mimosia? (why are you asking me that?) how long you cook fish? I will say that she if very sweet and has really nice intentions but man o'live! She was constantly up in my space and trying to help me instead of doing her job. I ended up doing a third of hers as well as my "cooking" job. All I can do is laugh now...that is until we are on the plane for an hour longer tomorrow.
The captain with his 10 minute brief.
One of our oldest flight attendants at 70 with strangely a lot hair and who feels it's okay to keep hitting on me. He told me he just finished filming a Ballywood movie and I look exactly Denise Richards. So he continued to call me Denise the whole flight.
The ISM is a cool guy I had gone somewhere with before, cool dude. He did find it necessary to give me a play by play on his love life while we were taxing.
The back galley gal is one of the headaches from the last time I signed up to babysit (play ISM). Nice but that whole trip sat uneasy with me so I just avoided her.
The FO is new to me but totally cool.
The first class galley girl, the one whom I am to work with....She is a Chinese speaker and it totally new to international period. She asked me if I would teach her how to do the galley. Sidenote: If you know me, you know that I have little tolerance for stupid questions. I offered to just take the postion from her since we didn't have all night to get things done and I was already in a bad mood. I got to the ISM first and briefed him on her proximity to pushing me over the edge. I became "cook" as she called it. And then the questions: how long you cook? how you work? how many flights you learn? how spell mimosia? (why are you asking me that?) how long you cook fish? I will say that she if very sweet and has really nice intentions but man o'live! She was constantly up in my space and trying to help me instead of doing her job. I ended up doing a third of hers as well as my "cooking" job. All I can do is laugh now...that is until we are on the plane for an hour longer tomorrow.
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