There and Back Again

Work has kept me pretty hectic, as predicted. Last week I already had to call in sick for some rest, and I have some sharp muscle pain underneath my bad arm which makes it all but impossible to now lift my bag overhead, but I don’t want to call in again. For now I’m just being careful and my crews help me with lifting my bag when necessary since I have no choice but to bring it on the plane. I hope it goes away soon.

Mostly it goes okay though. Since returning I’ve been to Costa Rica, London twice, Turks and Caicos and Brussels (yeay). I’m sort of keeping a photo journal of work moments, to express the ways in which is it both wonderful and terrible all at once! I’ll have that posted soon if it interests you. Yesterday was both. The morning was gorgeous in London, so I got up and walked to Kensington Park, went to a free art gallery there and ate breakfast on the grass in the sun, with the palace in the distance and lots of mothers and babies teetering around. Then our departure got moved up to an earlier flight, which meant I could possibly catch the last flight home after! By the skin of my teeth I managed to get the last seat on that flight out. I was so exhausted that my eyes weren’t even focusing and my head was pounding (since I’d essentially woken at 4am body time). I was happy that I’d get to sleep in my own bed though. By the time we arrived in DC it was midnight, and just as I walked out of security, assuring a fellow commuter that she did not need to drive me home since I don’t know how to direct her, a hand grabbed my arm. It was Del! Come to meet me at the airport and carry my bags for me. He treated me to a taxi home and even make me bacon and eggs for my starving self’s midnight supper. I’m not sure I’ve ever loved him more as in that very moment 🙂 What a lucky girl I am…

I leave you with an interesting story. An American Airlines crew got to a flight over an hour late and was booed and hissed (and worse) by the waiting passengers. The crew refused to fly and the pax had to be put up and flown out the next day.  There’s been a lot of hooplah about this, and though I feel awful for certain passengers who surely did nothing wrong (!), I just have to say to people who think the crew was being “whiny”, “pansy” or inappropriate: if the entire crew got there late, you can be assured it was not their fault. Either their layover was illegally short or their connecting flight was late. (Entire crews don’t all just happen to come to work late!) Thus, even if the pax were frustrated, we understand this, but the crew was not to blame and was surely frustrated too. You have no idea what they possibly went through to make it to that flight to take those people home at all. Did the company fail the passengers? Probably. But being hostile to the crew is not the answer and I support the crew making that clear. And if you boo and hiss me and say profanities, I too would refuse you. (Hurling profanities is an easy way to get thrown off a flight.) The last thing anyone wants is to take hostile people off the ground and seal them, together, into a tiny metal tube 30,000 feet in the air. Some people underestimate the danger, but we have enough problems with crazies and hostiles up there without knowing taking a whole flight full of them.

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2 responses to “There and Back Again

  1. I am very much a romantic and loved your Del story. There are few things funner 😛 than totally and delightfully surprising someone you love. I don’t practice this enough.

    I would have been appalled to have been a part of such a passenger list. Kudos to that AA crew. (I also want to suppose they did it out of “better judgement” and not out of spite.)

  2. There’s nothing better than a great flight crew. last winter when we were coming back from St Kitt’s we were literally running in our socks to make it to our gate in time after slogging through customs. Our flight out had been delayed because of rain. When we made it onto the tram to go out to the concourse, we thought we might be too late. We met a nice uniformed crew member on the tram who asked where we were headed. When we told him, he said, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you make it home. I’m the flight officer for that plane. I was delayed too.” Those were some of the sweetest words of the whole trip. He may have been late getting to the gate but it saved us. a night’s stay in Miami.

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