elleflies: (DW: Cybermen Bullshit)
I am slowly but surely talking myself into leaving my job. I have to FIND another job first but at least I'm putting together a resume.

I may be getting sick again... which is just another mark against my current job. It runs me down too much. I am constantly exhausted from flying and would love to live in a world where jetlag is a distant memory. If I really am getting sick, this is the THIRD time this year when I normally only come down with a mild cold about once a year. Ugh.

There are upsides to my current job... not many, but a few.

Such as my last flight... the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on was a passenger on that flight. Every time he walked through the galley he left swooning flight attendants, both male and female, in his wake. Even one of our pilots, who as far as I know is very straight, as he was walking to the back of the plane did a double take over this man's beauty.

He was also a Marine. OF COURSE HE WAS. They are always the prettiest.

I don't know what it is about the Marine Corp but they always have the best looking troops. (If you want good looking military guys Recon Marines and Army Special Forces are the best places to look. Also... the French military. Good God it's like the French have a hotness quota they need to fill.)

On a more shallow note... does anyone know why there are no Rory action figures? I've been hoping they'd come out with one since there are a gazillion Amys and Elevens but there seems to be no Rory on the horizon... My Doctor Who action figure collection is bereft without him.

You'd think they'd get on that... Hell, you can buy a goo pod filled with DISMEMBERED BITS OF THE DOCTOR, but no Rory.

Secondly... Who comes up with these ideas? Collect dismembered bits of the Doctor? WHAT?
Air New Zealand came out with a new safety video. This makes me happy on so many levels because they always do weird, fun things with their videos and more airlines should take a page out of their book (Like my airline, for example. Our video was made in the late 90's - early 00's and it SHOWS. We've had people laugh at it before and it deserves it. I'd rather do a manual brief in the aisle before playing that thing...) But Air New Zealand - I love you guys and your stupid sense of humor.

The Newest One:



Richard Simmons may be a little annoying, but I couldn't help but be amused.

Cut for MOAR videos (with less Richard Simmons and more Nekkidness) )
My last trip was truly terrible. After a truly hellish two day stay in Maine we made it to Kansas City and were supposed to jump on a Delta flight to New York. Except they canceled it. So we got tickets for an American Airlines flight. Except they had a mechanical problem and had to wait for a part. So we got tickets for a Continental flight. Except they got a three hour ATC delay.

All told we got back to NYC at 10pm. We were supposed to get back at 3pm if there hadn't been so many problems. I ended up staying up over 24 hours and by the end of that day had a bit of a tickle in my throat. It's since bloomed into a full blown cold.

This is the second time I've been sick this year. IT'S NOT FAIR. I usually get sick once a year, not twice in a barely three month period. Then again, almost everyone I know is sick, so my chances of staying healthy were slim to begin with.

Hopefully I can medicate this thing to hell and back and be feeling better by the time I get to Maui. THAT'S RIGHT: two layovers in Maui. So of course I have to be sick because I'm not allowed nice things.

Right now I'm stuck in Canada where everyone has been extremely polite. It's like there's a stereotype or something! Even the customs and immigrations people were nice. That just... DOES NOT HAPPEN. I've never met friendly customs and immigrations people. One of them even apologized for the weather. Oh Canada, WHY SO NICE?

I got pulled out to go through a further customs and immigration check where they apparently access your records to see if you've got any dirty laundry. So of course I'm standing there thinking 'my records are clean but there's probably a big fat note that says LIBERTARIAN TEXAS NUTJOB and I'll never be let in the country' Thankfully they never did figure that part out and it was out into the OMGCOLDWTF.

Blargh.

The upside of being sick is that I've been laying around on whatever surface I can find: couch, airplane seats, bed... listening to Big Finish Audios. My Tenth Doctor rewatch kind of got derailed right before Human Nature simply because I listened to one of the Paul McGann audios with Sheridan Smith and have been mainlining them like crazy ever since. The Eighth Doctor is AMAZING. Well, he is if you ignore the movie. The audios really do more justice to him than the movie even attempted. Plus, Paul McGann can croon into my ear any day *is not shallow at all*
elleflies: (DW: Cybermen Bullshit)
I made a mistake and forgot what Bangor, Maine was like. I'M SORRY. I'LL NEVER FORGET AGAIN. Someone please save me!

This flight had better not be delayed, I want out! I'm sure it's a lovely town, but I've only ever been here in winter and it EXPLAINS SO MUCH ABOUT STEPHEN KING.

There are kids running up and down the halls of this hotel screaming and the urge to string fishing line between my door and the one across from it at ankle height is running high. Not that I would or anything, but one can dream!

My mother thinks me having children is a good thing. Clearly she is delusional.

Having found out I've just got back from vacation all my coworkers have been asking "so what did you do? Where did you go?." They clearly expect some answer like: "I went to the beach!" or something just as vapid. Not that there's anything wrong with going to the beach - my vacation choices just seem to be rather more eccentric... Whenever I say "Doctor Who Convention" (because I own up to my obsessions yo) more than one of them has heard "Doctor's Appointment" and has been horrified on my behalf. Then I get to explain what exactly Doctor Who is and they end up being even more horrified.

I've yet to meet a coworker who knows what this show is, and considering how nosy my coworkers are... I've been doing way too much explaining. It doesn't help that I'm reading a Doctor Who book called "Running Through Corridors" so of course they want to know what I'm reading which leads to even more explaining and even more horror, especially if I get so far into my explanation that I end up telling them about the missing episodes and the fact that I've watched what's left of them. (There's not much to talk about on long flights and I'm a champ at running my mouth. It's an interesting combination when you add in sleep deprivation.)

I do not have socially acceptable obsessions apparently. At least according to my coworkers, but hey, I HAVE FUN.

I met amazing people and got to hang out with friends and got to have super detailed discussions about that silly little show I love. I also got to flail over Patrick Troughton and PEOPLE ACTUALLY KNEW WHO I WAS TALKING ABOUT.

That's... major and resulted in the flappy hands of fangirl flail. (Troughton ALWAYS deserves fangirl flailing). Then again, it doesn't matter the Doctor, if I'm flailing over him the people I'm around usually don't know who I'm talking about. I'm used to this so Gally was... BRILLIANT.

Now that I have a bit of time on my layover and am not experiencing CRUSHING EXHAUSTION. I can finally sit back and stop neglecting my LJ and fill it full of Doctor Who/Gally squee. (aka, picture post soon)

This will not stop me blathering on to my coworkers though. I have a reputation to maintain.
My company decided Lufthansa wasn't good enough for them anymore (meaning they found a cheaper option) and now it seems that Air France is our preferred airline of choice for flying to Germany. I was nervous about this decision when I heard about it just because I know of Air France's reputation and the fact that it would take us through Paris and they aren't exactly known at that airport for being on the ball.

So of course, knowing all this, my bag went missing. It's in Paris, I'm in Leipzig. This presents a bit of a problem as it's not showing up until tomorrow and I have to work. It looks like we're going to have someone from the crew bringing the plane in leave one of their flight manuals on the plane for me to use and we'll return it after the trip when they take the plane back from us. This way I'm still making hours and the crew isn't short staffed. Of course, I will be doing this trip without my uniform. Instead I will be in the clothes I wore from JFK to Leipzig. My purser was nice enough to go to the mall with me so I could buy socks, underwear, pajamas and a shirt on the companies dime. Since all Air France did was shrug their shoulders and give me an amenity kit that contained a t-shirt and a toothbrush.

At least my bag should be here tomorrow. So I am celebrating with Aloe Vera yogurt.

In other news, I'm up to Daleks in Manhattan in my Doctor Who marathon. This means I had to watch the last two episodes of series 2. Two episodes I HAD NEVER SEEN.

My TV watching habits are strange in the extreme. It's almost like if I start liking a show TOO much I have to stop watching. Part of the case with Doctor Who is that I know RTD likes to rip out hearts and stomp on them so I just found it safer to never watch, or at least never watch the last few epiosdes. It puts me in the strange position of being someone who got into Doctor Who through New Who but has seen every episode of Classic Who but not all of the New Doctor Who. So I made a handy list of all the eps I've not yet seen.

Army of Ghosts
Doomsday

Last of the Time Lords
Time Crash
The Doctor's Daughter
The Unicorn and the Wasp
Silence in the Library
Forest of the Dead
Midnight
Turn Left
The Stolen Earth
Journey's End
The Next Doctor
Planet of the Dead
The End of Time, Part 2

Stunning isn't it? ;)
When I do the Seattle-Japan Military family flights... I'm amazed people manage to have children and not kill them.

This was the flight of the screaming baby and I did not approve. If it wasn't a kid crying for some reason or another it was a parent tickling them until they shrieked - because oh look, the baby is happy!

The baby is making too much noise and disturbing EVERYONE sitting in the vicinity.

Apparently I have time traveled from a period of time that clung tightly to 'Children should be seen and not heard.'

I have coworkers who work these flights and love them because they get to coo at babies. I see the babies and want to duck and cover because they are invariably going to ooze from somewhere and I'll be the one the parents come running too when their kid wakes up in the middle of the flight and vomits all over them (why yes, this has happened many a time)

My mom keeps jumping in to reassure me that it's okay that I don't like children: when I have my own I'll like them. For Lo, the woman is desperate for grandbabies and does not quite appreciate the rants and ravings that accompany flights like this. Her grandbaby desperation amuses me on one level because she likes children just about as much as I do. I come by it honestly!

Normally these emotions dissipate rather quickly after I get off the plane. Today, not so much. I rolled into the hotel and had every intention of grabbing a four hour nap and then going out to town with a co-worker. EXCEPT THERE WAS A KID IN THE ROOM NEXT DOOR AND THE WALLS ARE PAPER THIN. And if the kid wasn't shrieking and laughing it was crying and I was pounding on the wall cursing under my breath and desperately wishing the parents would wise up to the fact that people can hear their child and they NEED TO DO SOMETHING.

I did not go out to town with my coworker because I barely got any sleep. (Also, I don't want to spend money. Comic-Con is next week!)

This was all exacerbated by the fact that the hotel in Seattle had a fire alarm incident when I was trying to sleep for this flight and the hotel followed that up with a transformer blowing and left me having to get ready for work by the light of glowstick. So I guess I wasn't in the best mood to begin with.

I am a horrible person. *g*
I leave the internet for awhile and suddenly my inbox is full of sparkly snowflake cookies. Not that I'm complaining ;)

I was stuck in the prison known as Japan and it was AWFUL. Granted, we weren't really in Japan, even though physically you could say we were in Northern Japan. No, we were at Misawa Air Base and upon arrival they took our passports and off we went to the on base hotel. Which was awful, that hotel is what made the stay feel so prison like. That, and the fact that the only places to eat were the Commissary, Popeyes and Burger King. Very depressing - when in Japan I try not to eat American fast food. Blech.

The worst thing was the lack of internet. There was internet but I don't know if I'd like to call what they had internet... it was so slow. In the 30 hours I had there it just got to the point where I didn't even bother checking it - except for making increasingly hysterical posts on twitter...

I wasn't even able to edit my brother's paper for one of his college classes which I promised I'd do. The internet was so damn slow I could barely get into my e-mail let alone download the thing.

it was the nicest thing in the world: crawling into Seattle suffering from exhaustion... finally checking my e-mail and finding all those v-gifts. You Guys!

Big thanks to [livejournal.com profile] erateini, [livejournal.com profile] maychorian, [livejournal.com profile] ignited, [livejournal.com profile] karmicunderpath, [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1 and [livejournal.com profile] memphis86

I'm just bummed I missed this bandwagon while it was going by.
Well, I was going to spend my weekend sitting on a couch and trying to get ahead on some things.

Except I'm under hours and work needs to get me over before I go on vacation so they stuck me on the first turn that came up.

It's not TOO awful, except for the fact that I will no longer have a [livejournal.com profile] memphis86 and a [livejournal.com profile] regala_electra. Actually, it will be TORTURE because they're sending me to Guantanamo Bay. I don't know how I'll withstand the PAIN.

I just hope I don't get bored to DEATH.

I... may need to stop now. I'm enjoying this way too much. Oh wait, I have to pack so I can withstand my sojourn to Gitmo!
I love ZooBorns, but every time they bring up artificial insemination, I can't help but wonder if artificially inseminated animals have an "oh fuck" moment after they've had their baby and wonder who it is they slept with?

I know. Random.

Tomorrow I head back to New York. I most likely will not be back home until Christmas. Which is fine, as next month is vacation! The only downside so this going back to New York thing is that the flights to LaGuardia are completely full so I have to fly into Newark and use the New Jersey Transit and Long Island Rail Road to get back to Queens. I should be walking in the door around 7 pm. Only to turn around and report in to work at 4 in the morning so they can commercial me down to Dallas. Yes, I am flying to New York from Texas only to fly right back down to Texas. It's stupid and idiotic but as I'm not technically supposed to be commuting it's not really something I can argue with them about. Instead I get to waste almost 2 days.

The fun never ends around here.

Btw, am doing a Doctor Who rewatch. We'll see if I can work up the guts to watch the episodes I have not seen. No one hold their breath!
Dilemma:

I'm bidding for my vacation days for next year. I intended to use one week for ComicCon and one week for DragonCon. The problem is that DragonCon and ComicCon don't fall exactly into the vacation weeks, there's about one day of con that's not covered.

So do I bid for a week to cover each con even though it's not completely covered and try and finagle a solution closer to the date, or do I take 2 consecutive weeks off and completely cover one con and bid for days off for the other one.

Flight attendant days off is a bizarre system where every month they release lines that consist of trips and days off, you pick the line that fits you best and they will assign it to you based on seniority. It basically means that I don't know what my schedule will be next month or the months after that until about a week before the month actually begins.

So this is my conundrum. And if I do bid for 2 weeks solid I'd have to do it for DragonCon as it takes place in September and the lines are usually harder to work around the closer you get to winter. (Winter is the slow period so there aren't as many lines which means you're less likely to get the days off you want)

I can't decide: split the vacation or keep it together. ARGH
About an hour after my last post I got the call and was told to be down in the lobby in 30 minutes to leave for Dallas. Not an easy task but doable and all for the sake of getting home.

We got the troops into Dallas at 11 PM and the USO did a fantastic job of getting a crowd of people out there that late to welcome them home. I'm pretty sure the military put them up in hotels rather then just leave them to camp out in the airport.

What this post is really about though is not the military, it's about what happened going home.

So work has this whole kick going where they commercial us to and from New York on non-direct routes because it's CHEAPER.

We left the hotel at 11 am to check in for our 12:30 flight on AirTran via Atlanta. The first leg went fine although our connection time in Atlanta was only 15 minutes.

For the record: I hate running in airports. I ESPECIALLY hate running in airports in high heels. I always feel like I'm going to trip and break my neck.

We made it though, everyone was loaded onto the plane ready to go when it happened again. The freaking plane broke! Fortunately since AirTran is quite a bit bigger then my company and we were located at their hub they were able to find another plane and two hours later we were back on our way.

The flight was originally supposed to get into New York at 6:30 PM, so okay it would be two hours delayed: JUST AS LONG AS WE GET THERE RIGHT?

WRONG. Massive lighting storms in New York, so what was supposed to be a two hour flight ended up being a two hour flight with an hour and a half of circling over the New York area waiting for the holds on LaGuardia to be lifted. Every 30 minutes the Captain would come on the PA and say something like "well, Ladies and Gentleman, they've given us another 30 minute hold."

It finally got to the point that when ATC called in with another hold the Pilots had to divert to Baltimore since there wasn't enough fuel to keep circling. We landed in Baltimore. Of course the airport was closed, security was gone and there was nowhere to get food so we just stayed on the plane. For another hour and a half.

We did finally manage to get to New York (OMG FINALLY) and I walked into my Crash Pad at 12:30 at night.

IT WAS A MISERABLE EXPERIENCE.

I had a Chocolate Caramel Apple with me that I was saving for today but I walked into the Crash Pad so miserable I caved and ate it last night. And I ate that bad boy like I was 5 years old. I do believe I ended up with caramel and chocolate all over my face. It was wonderful and made me feel better. Comfort food solves so many issues.

Oh Woe

Aug. 4th, 2009 10:49 pm
I did not sleep at all last night. I intended too, I laid down and as soon as I was about to drift off one of my roommates walked in and flipped on the lights. Which was horribly rude as there were two people in the room sleeping and she knew we were in there. This is why I use a flashlight to get around the room when it's late and people are sleeping. So yeah, no sleep due to the roommate and then reporting in to work at 4:25 in the morning in order to fly to Dallas. Great fun was had by all.

I took a nap this afternoon and when my clock went off I woke up absolutely convinced that I had to get ready for work and I'd slept throughout the entire night when in reality it was 4pm and we don't show up for work till 2 pm tomorrow.

To top things off there's a Supervisor on my flight, which means I can't read any books during the hours and hours of down time we have crossing the Atlantic. I figured I'd tool around in my notebook a bit or maybe draw something but one of my coworkers informed me that this particular Supervisor once wrote her up for doing Sudoku in her spare time on the flight. Which means US Weekly and InStyle here I come. I can already feel my brains dribbling out my ears.

And just because we stumbled across this the other day and were amused by it:
If wishes were horses...


This is not the first time I have heard that particular wish expressed by New Yorkers (especially when talking about the Times Square area...)
Abandoned Beauty


Why yes, I do know it's morning in the states. :) It's the middle of the afternoon here and I'm doing a night flight tonight so here's a sunset for everyone's viewing pleasure.

In fact, I have to go to sleep soon so I won't be the walking dead on that night flight. Plus, I'm going home to Houston as soon as I hit Dallas so I'd like to be aware enough to figure out which Terminal and Gate I need to be at (DFW is a beast of an airport)

I have 3 weeks off (it's not vacation, my schedule just fell together that way) and I'm DESPERATE for this flight to be over so I can get to the being home part of everything.
My next trip was supposed to go to Hawaii.

I was completely ambivalent about it and actually not really looking forward to it. (Yes, I know. Poor Me) ANYWAYS. I was ambivalent about it because we stay at Waikiki and I've been there 4 or 5 times, the layover was short and we were working there and working back so the relaxation time was going to be even shorter.

I am no longer going to Hawaii. Instead I'm off to Istanbul.

I am much more excited about this.

Of course I got drafted for it. They called, the call went to voicemail. I could have not called them back and my schedule would have remained the same, but my curiosity got the best of me.

Only my job...

Work Sucks

May. 4th, 2009 10:13 am
*grumbles*

I was supposed to be on Reserve today but because I have Recurrent Training Thursday and Friday they dropped all my Reserve days.

Granted, I only get paid $40 a day on Reserve but that's $120 dollars I COULD HAVE USED.

SO I think my week is going to go something like this:

Monday: Go food shopping as all I have at the crashpad is an assortment of tea, and although The Doctor would disagree you cannot live on tea alone.
Tuesday: Thinking of going to The Cloisters.
Wednesday: Brooklyn Zoo or Botanical Gardens. Jury is still out.
Thursday & Friday: Soul Sucking Office From Hell for Recurrent. But I will have a [livejournal.com profile] memphis86 and a [livejournal.com profile] regala_electra Friday and all day Saturday.

I should probably study my emergency commands at some point.

Oh, I've been watching Fringe and they tried to pass off the inside of JFK Terminal 4 as The Frankfurt Airport. WRONG FRINGE. Some of us have been both places and know the difference!
1. The little brother is officially out of Iraq and only has a few more weeks of being in the Army! This 5 year saga is almost OVER and he can start living again. Finally.

2. The Harlem Globetrotters were staying in our hotel last night. I was waiting for my to-go french fries in the bar and ended up hanging out with one of the players and I think their manager/trainer somebody. I don't know. They were sweet.

3. I am living in mortal fear that the dollar is going to start devaluing and I'm going to be even more broke then I already am just trying to survive in Europe. I keep checking to see how much the dollar has dropped versus the pound and the euro. I'm telling you: MORTAL FEAR. (When the dollar was at 2 to the pound I was DYING. We were doing trips to Scotland and I LOVED Scotland, it's like the land of hot men and I couldn't afford to go. And now we're not doing the trips anymore. *woe*)

4. I really want to read more SPN fic but my sheer utter loathing for Sam Winchester has reached new heights (I am SO SORRY [livejournal.com profile] mrscutedean I want to like him but I can't and I kinda feel guilty about that!). I can't read SPN fic with him in it. I just get angry and start mocking him, which I've been told is rather hilarious if you're not especially attached to Sam Winchester. This poses a bit of a problem as most SPN fics have him in it.

5. I'd really like to read SGA fic as well for some oddball reason, especially earthside or declassification fic but I don't ship McShep and I seem to be fundamentally incapable of shipping McShep and it seems like all the fics out there based on Earth or about the Stargate Program becoming public feature McShep. WHY?!?!

6. I've been writing Doctor Who fic *gasp*

7. My sleep schedule is all messed up yet again. I blame the person in the room next to me who seems to enjoy having loud phone conversations at 3 in the morning. *hulk!smash*
I have to get up in 4 hours for work.

It's 3:30 in the morning here. I'm supposed to get up at 7:30 to get ready for work. A flight that gets back to Germany at 1:30 in the morning the next day.

I can't sleep.

This is going to be messy.

The Blahs

Nov. 21st, 2008 01:23 am
I did nothing of note today except sit on my ass and cringe every time my phone rang.

The joys of being on Reserve.

Thankfully, I'm now free of the tyranny of work and can leave the Crash Pad tomorrow knowing work can't touch me. YAY!

Now if only SPN will download faster *pokes*

Work Sucks

Nov. 15th, 2008 09:06 pm
I'm under hours for this month work-wise. I wasn't, but then two of my reserve days (they're days where I basically get paid to sit around just in case they need me) got taken away as it's a low-flight month. Which is completely normal for November.

That being the case, I only have 2 reserve days left: on the 19th and the 20th. Now I get to try and convince work to try and take those away as well since I don't want to fly back to New York for two days they most likely will not need me for. Also, they already have to pay me minimum even though I'm below. Me being on reserve for two days brings no extra money to my paycheck.

When I found out they did all this, I got so disgusted I decided to do something I wanted to do and booked tickets for me and my dad to take a 5 hour behind the scenes tour of NASA's Johnson Space Center in Houston.

Work can just suck it *g*
The Super Sekrit Photo Project is edited! *collapses*

It came out to 137 photos out of over 200. Now just to export and upload the suckers, which is an epic undertaking in and of itself...

I'm so very proud that I got these edited within a month of taking them. I have over 5,000 photos in my photo file. Only around 2,000 of these are actually edited, tagged and properly named. I'm hoping I'll be able to catch up on some of that backlog and start focusing on the Halloween Photo Project.

Also, is it sad that part of the reason why I read hard to understand, complicated books (besides the fact that I enjoy them) are the expressions on my coworkers faces every time they pick my book up and look at it?

That happened so much on this last trip and it cracked me up every time!

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