I am never going to be a flight attendant, and I am devastated.
Let’s back up a second. I never actually wanted to be a flight attendant – the thought of having to be nice to everyone even when they’re being horrible is why I work from home, alone, in the dark, without pants – but because I’ve specifically been told that I cannot do it .. well, now all I want to do is be a flight attendant. But that will never happen. Because I am never going to be a flight attendant.
We were several hours into our flight to Japan when I needed to pee. I untangled myself from all my cables, shuffled past a sleeping Ed, and headed up to the bathroom. It was in use, so I leaned my tired self against a wall next to the galley to hide the fact that I was doing the pee-pee dance.
I was probably staring blankly at my phone wishing I had internet access when I heard a voice to my left: “ooh, is that London?”
One of the flight attendants was doing galley things, and struck up a conversation about my tattoos. I showed her the skyline tattoo and those of Sasha and Cheddar. She marveled at the work Darci did on my arms, then commented “you know, I just love your hair. And your dress! The whole thing! *gestures at my everything*”. Her voice dropped to a conspirational whisper at this point: “You’ll never be a flight attendant, though.”
I didn’t have time to think about what she just said, as the bathroom finally became vacant and my bladder insisted upon being dealt with. When I had finished, she was nowhere to be seen; undoubtedly disabusing some small child of the dream of being a firefighter or astronaut.
I returned to my seat to think about what she said. Sure, she was very complimentary about my everything, but at what cost? The hopes and dreams I didn’t even know I had? It was like peeking at a whole new world, only to have the door slam shut in my face before I could take it all in. What good is my fun hair, epic cleavage, ridiculous wardrobe, and awesome tattoos if I can’t be a thing I don’t want to be? None. None good.
This could have been me:
picture the exact opposite of this in every way, and that’s me
again, think in opposites
EVERYTHING IS SIMPLY TERRIBLE.
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I know flight attendants. I know a lot about what they go through, thanks to my dad working for an airline for 19 years. She wasn’t putting you down, or trying to tamp down your dreams. She was saying: We don’t dare be that fucking awesome.
Trust me.
This post leaves me NEEDING to know why someone you have never met told you that you would not be flight attendant…..
Who were they, what was the point in saying that to you, why the need, where did they come from, were they a flight attendant and now hold some bitter regard for the job…
Haha, in actually though I really do want to know, as I am sure you do too. The point of your post does not go unnoticed however- thanks for sharing!