Once again, I let the voters decide what they wanted to read for the next big hen article and I now see a trend. When given the choice, people want to read about the real pain and suffering of being a flight attendant. Thanks. At least the budget airline is a constant source of new clucking material.
Today's topic is a day in the life of a reserve flight attendant. Specifically, it's about my typical day as a reserve, since my little airline doesn't value my sanity as much as some airlines with newer contracts. But I know they're keeping me slightly unhinged for Hen material!
December 31, 2018
A Day as an On-Call Bird
Labels:
air travel,
airlines,
anxiety,
flight attendants,
on call,
reserve,
travel,
work
November 3, 2018
Post-Tour Life Hobbies!
The Hen is back clucking, and in the spirit of trying to salvage democracy in 2018, I asked YOU what you wanted to read! Voter turn out was better than expected (the last Hen poll received 0 votes), so I listened to my voters for which inspiration to follow. Better luck next lifetime, Buccaneers.
Overwhelmingly, you voted to learn about my new hobbies now that I'm officially off the road full time and up in the air as a flying hen. I was inspired by catching up recently with a hen friend who asked if I've been able to try new things that I couldn't while on tour, such as cooking and finding purpose in life (his responses). Instead of saying "not really" and going back to sleep, I gave this a lot of thought and realized that maybe I have gained a new hobby or two after Hens on Ice.
new hobbies! |
Labels:
dating,
hobbies,
library,
new hobbies,
panic attacks,
reading,
running,
schitts creek,
weddings
August 23, 2018
My Double Axel Saga in My...
This is 30. |
Since I turned 30 and began my midlife crisis fading away from show hen life, I have been clinging to recording my go-to, somewhat-challenging trick: the double axel. The video recording started on my 30th birthday, when I thought it would be cool to capture me doing a double axel on this
significant, ancient birthday, as well as on a battered hip. (30-year-old birds bruise easily.) That same week, I left my Hen on Ice show of 4 years and faced midlife confusion, rejection, and existential dread, with some ice skating in between.
Labels:
30s,
31,
32,
33,
age,
double axel,
figure skating,
ice shows,
ice skating,
skating,
thirties
July 23, 2018
Life's a Picnic.
My South Philly dream. |
where Rocky was filmed. But then I remember I hate stairs, running, and heat; and I also have to work a red eye flight. So all these factors keep me within stumbling distance of our mediocre hotel in South Philly.
Labels:
birds,
cops,
crows,
fresh prince,
fresh prince of bel air,
park,
philadelphia,
picnics,
south philadelphia,
the birds
April 23, 2018
A Scrappy Arrival
Someone dropped something. |
As we gathered our feathers and belongings from the curb, the driver started hollering, "White receipt on the ground! White receipt on the ground!" I glanced at the sidewalk and saw it. There was a slim chance it was mine, I was aware. But I didn't care enough to find out. In the scheme of my day after 10 hours of flying, it just didn't matter.
Labels:
driver,
hotel shuttle,
hotels,
litter,
receipts,
shuttle driver,
travel
April 3, 2018
Changing the World One Trash Can At a Time
fond memories. |
I didn't realize how many tour memories I had in this dusty California town until I flapped back to this non-descript hotel. Last time, our boss visited and I told her I'd be quitting the ice show (unsuccessful). I kidnapped 2 of my friends for an epic day trip to the decrepit Salton Sea (gross). My BFF and I wore matching outfits (miss him). I got drunk by the pool with my hen friends (again). But most importantly, I pushed for change at this hotel.
Labels:
california,
hotels,
ontario,
trash,
trash cans,
travel
March 12, 2018
Reunited with Questions
fun. |
I skipped my high school reunion a few years back. Fortunately, my duties with Hens on Ice were a legitimate excuse to miss a poorly organized luncheon with people I probably still don't like. But college was different since my overall experience was a great one, making dear friends, learning some things, and drinking Natty Ice. So my coop of friends and I decided we'd make a big flap at our 10 year reunion. (I know, you can't believe it! For the record, I went to college as a child.)
We flapped onto campus Saturday night ready to party like it was 2008, but our college reminded us it wasn't by hosting the party in a building that didn't exist 10 years ago. (Thanks.) And in a flash, the party seemed to wind down. I woke up that Sunday morning feeling strange. Maybe it was the combination of beer, wine, and Jell-O shots. Maybe it was that my expectations for my first big reunion weren't realistic.
Labels:
10 year reunion,
alumni,
alumni weekend,
college,
college reunion,
florida,
reunion
February 1, 2018
Learning to Fly: This is Not the Ice Show!
It's been a whirlwind of life again since quitting my second job of 2017. Although I've proven unsuccessful at quitting ice skating, I'm now a pro at quitting soul-sucking office jobs. Since flapping away from office job attempt #2, I returned to the ice show, lost a grandma, and took a flying leap of faith into an entirely new career path. Free time and humor have been sparse, but the universe can't cluck me out yet! In fact, my new career makes too much sense in retrospect: I've learned to fly.
Labels:
airlines,
careers,
figure skating,
flight attendants,
flying,
ice skating,
skating,
work
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