guess who has a ticket to see Morrissey in Glasgow tomorrow. No, it's me silly!!! That's right, I am soooooo not going to be cool about this...am I ever? (that is a rhetorical question, bitches) ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago, I got called at 7pm for a MAD with a 12 am check in. Apparently someone popped a slide on a 76-400 and they had to repair it thus delaying the flight around seven hours. Yikes! In spite of the inconvenience, it turned out to be my best crew ever. The crew, whose names I will actually remember, will put all other crews to shame ( Read more... )

Mmm, detergent. My sweatshirt smells like detergent as I lay on my belly on the bed typing on livejournal. Today I have obsessively attempted on several occassions, unsuccessfully for the most part, to clip Bug's claws. This has caused me to worry over the fact that our bond is faltering from my being out of town all the time. He used to just ( Read more... )

There is something about hotel rooms that gets to me after a while. No matter how pleasant, pretty, luxurious even, there are those moments when you feel the lack of permanence or ownership. Not that my regular habitation these days has any of the aforementioned. I just feel the absence more acutely in hotel rooms. Not terribly constructive ( Read more... )

Here I am in Oslo, Norway enjoying yet another summer day in yet another park. This one is in front of a harbor and allows for maximum people watching. People in Oslo seem very at ease. I took a cruise out into the harbor and around the offshore islands today and became obsessed with the clusters of modest beach houses on one of the islands. ( Read more... )

I love Paris, oh why, oh why do I love Paris...where do I begin? Because my job picked me up and dropped me there, the other day I found myself taking a seven hour walk in lovely Paris. I had seen the movies and the pictures, heard people talk about it, read the books. But nothing could have prepared me for the sheer startling beauty that is ( Read more... )

I am sitting at a pub in Stratford-upon-Avon. It's a beautiful day in an idyllic setting. I am certainly not in an office chained to a desk with a mountain of undesirable work laid out in front of me. There is actually nothing in my head right now, not one significant, neurotic, poetic, obsessive thought. In fact I have been this way for a few ( Read more... )

So I am back with a new, virtually unrecognizable life. I wear a uniform to work, my office is a bucket of bolts 30 thousand feet in the air, and I actually care about the difference between a 737-500 and a 737-800 (not to mention how exited I get about a 777). I live in another part of the country and have an all new circle of people who I ( Read more... )

I am finally starting to feel something other than anxiety and uncertainty. All the changes that will occur over the next few weeks are (almost) starting to feel real. My packing is almost done, my moving date is set, my landlord is informed (yikes), my place in training is set ( Read more... )

I'm all heavy and shit these days. I am kind of a drag. I don't think I realized what I was signing on for. Oh well, big changes can't come that easy. I knew that much. God willing I will pass training. God willing I will be able to stand being away from my cat for a whole month while being secure in the arrangement that I left him in (bad ( Read more... )