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Life on the Bubble

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on 2 December, 2009 by Thomas

When it comes to my monthly schedule, I’m living on the bubble. My seniority in base is just high enough where I can hold the reserve schedule I want if I bid reserve (meaning I get the days off I want, but not necessarily the work) or if I’m lucky I get whatever is left over of the trips after all the bids have been awarded. Yes, I must bid on my schedule every month, and most times I have no idea what days I will be on call/working or off to trot about the globe. It’s never the same, which plays a big part in why I like this job so much. I call this uncertainty the bubble, and frankly, I don’t know why anyone might call it anything different, but I’m sure someone does.

For the month of December my company was offering Enhanced Leaves of Absence, meaning we could not work and not get paid, but keep the job and keep the flight bennies. There were also several weeks of planned absences what with vacations and recurrent training coming. Needless to say I was pretty sure I would be awarded a line for the month, even if it was just a build up line (a build up line is a schedule made up from leftover trips that weren’t or couldn’t be awarded due to vacation or leaves, enhanced and otherwise). But when I was in the bidding process I had a hard time deciding what to bid for. I wanted the 11th-14th to go to Arkansas with my family to see my Granmama (yeah, that’s what I call her, emphasis on the Gran), but I also had to bid to work on the 15th and 16th so I wouldn’t lose any days off with my recurrent training. Adding to that, I also wanted to try and get Christmas knowing I wouldn’t possibly get it for the second year in a row.

Well, kiddos, I didn’t get the 11th-14th, but I did get Christmas and big chunks of days before and after. Peep my schedule for the month:

Click to peep it, G.

Yeah, that’s right. I have the 23rd-28th off. I’ve not even been here two years, and I’m a fancy line holder and holding Christmas. Also, if you’ll count them up, I have 14 days off. Fourteen days is roughly (and by roughly I mean exactly) equivalent to two full weeks. It also gets a bit better here: the 15th and 16th is recurrent training so I get paid to sit in a classroom and be “taught” things I already know and not deal with ornery passengers. I’m only actually working 15 days out of the month. December will be pretty sweet except for the fact that all those trips are on the dreaded CRJ-200; I couldn’t trade away any of them. Thankfully, I work with the same pilots on two of those trips, and those guys are cooler than the other side of the pillow.

Hopefully, life on the line will continue next month, but I have to expect to be back on reserve so I don’t get my hopes up. You just never know when you live on the edge in the shadows on the fence on the bubble (I tried other phrases; they just don’t work).

Visiting Friends

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on 19 November, 2009 by Thomas

I’m writing this stupid post for the third damn time because the hotel in the richest county in America thinks it’s appropriate to charge $12.95 to use their lame Internet, but that’s another post entirely.  They can suck it, though.   I tried twice (unsuccessfully) to write this post from my phone, but now I’m down in the lobby slumming it like a poor person.  I figured since WordPress had an iPhone app to update your blog that it would also function.  Needless to say, I was quite angry when I finally published the bloody thing and the version I thought was deleted was the one that got put up, not the version I actually liked.  Technology…what can we do but bend over for it?  Here we go…

Check out my yummies.

I’ve finished day one of a four-day trip, and I’m working on the two hundo so I give that two very strong thumbs down.  I’ve not been on a trip longer than two days in quite some time, and packing the food to last me through it all took rather a lot of effort.  I got it done though.  One of those containers is empty, and the penne with meat sauce was quite tasty.  Tomorrow I’m in JAN, which brings me to the point of tonight’s post.

One of the great perks of this job is getting paid to visit friends I don’t get to see nearly as often as I’d like.  This time tomorrow I’ll probably be drinking my second beer with my great and wonderful friend Kristen whom I’ve not seen since the beginning of time.  I met her in 2003 on a study abroad in Spain.  Even though I don’t get to see or talk to her nearly as often as I’d like, when I do it’s like we pick up right where we left off – for me anyway – so I’m very much looking forward to some quality time with a quality girl and some quality brews.

Now if only we could score some overnights in ATL…that’d be pretty boss.

Hot Coffee

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on 12 November, 2009 by Thomas

Yesterday I was working the two hundo (CRJ-200), which I hate because I’m so incredibly lazy and don’t enjoy working by myself.  It had been a while since I’d had to work by myself for a complete 12 hours (I know, I’m needy), and I guess I left my A-game at security so it’s a good thing that I perform at such a consistently high level that my B-game leaves nothing to be desired.

When we do our beverage service we put a drawer on top of the drink cart; this drawer holds the coffee, water, cups, and just about everything else needed for the service that isn’t in can or cube form.  This drawer goes on top of a little dinky sliding shelf to give us room to pour drinks and perform the service efficiently.  So I’m at the first row and I notice that the shelf is not pushed completely out denying me all the space I need to work.  To remedy this I push the shelf out more, not thinking I have a freshly brewed, piping hot pot of coffee sitting on top.

As soon as the shelf moves to its farthest point, the coffee comes sloshing up out of the pot and gets all over the cart, the cream, the sugar, the cups, the water, the napkins, and . . .

The passengers.  Aww, shucks!  Don’t I feel like a schmuck.  Thankfully, most of the damage was limited to the cart, with 1C and 2C sustaining only a sprinkling of Joe.  1C was wearing a fancy North Face waterproof jacket so he was OK, and  2C was wearing shorts (Really?  It’s November, and you’re an adult.  Shorts?  Get real.) and a short sleeve shirt.  When I asked if I got any on him, he responds with, “Whatever it was, it was hot.”  I couldn’t laugh since I had just made a rookie mistake (I’m a check flight attendant, folks.  I’m better than that), so instead I apologized profusely to them both.  As I’m serving 1A his ginger ale, 1C comes back for more and leans forward.  My hand brushes the top of his head causing me to nearly spill another beverage on him.  Thankfully he was bald so my hand glided smoothly over the top; had his noggin not been so silky smooth (seriously, like a baby’s behind) it would have been a disaster of epic proportions.

I guess I’m pretty lucky that these guys didn’t flip since most passengers are batshit crazy these days.  It was of course an honest mistake on my part, and had it happened to me it would be a complete non-issue.  Thankfully, that’s how it was with these guys.  1C didn’t even expect me to comp his Pringles when he asked for them.  Maybe I’m just cynical, but I honestly expect the worst from passengers when something goes slightly wrong.  Maybe one day I will have to regulate on some bustas.