Another trip, another friend. I don’t know if all my luck and good fortune is just thrown into my work life, but as a new flight attendant I have had a really easy time adjusting to everything. I still haven’t had any crazy incidents, I’ve had the best crews so far & I’ve visited pretty amazing places.
When I am at work, either in the airplane or on a layover, I feel very comfortable and purely happy. This, of course, is not the case all the time. There might be a couple times I have felt a little off but it was mostly me getting sick.
Right now, I am commuting home. I caught a flight an hour after I landed and ended my trip. The flight was oversold due to the weather issues the east coast is having, but luckily there was a seat and a commuting pilot let me take it while he seat up in the cockpit. I was so happy, but I am not sure he noticed because I am also really tired and I’m still a little sick. This kind of kindness is very appreciated in this industry. It was him purely wanting to help and nothing else.
I understand that this happens sometimes or often or maybe rarely, but it happens. I just felt incredibly lucky to be able to go home for my short couple days off. And we are descending now. We are pretty low and I got distracted because I do not see anything familiar. So maybe I am not going home…..
I would not be surprised if I got on the wrong flight.
No. Seriously, this does not look like we are landing at O’hare.
Okay well I totally forgot the point of this post. There was one. Now I’m gonna try to figure out where I am landing.