Everyone of us constantly finds ourself in a social situation where we are defined by our job. When meeting new people for pleasure or business I find myself trying to avoid all avenues of bringing up the question:
“So…..What do you do?”
The best response I have ever had to this question is:
“Why…..I play golf and go to lunch of course!”
I try and scurry around the questions and just reply:
“ I work at the airport”
It’s the simplest and most vague answer I can give. My husband does the same.
The reason for this is that there seems to be only two responses to this statement. First of all a brief “oh” and then the conversation quickly hurried on about another subject, or a million questions about how exciting it is to be cabin crew And a rendition of every minute detail of what has happened to that person regarding anything remotely associated with an aeroplane.
The problem I face socially here is I sound ungrateful for all the beautiful countries and the world’s wonders I see for no cost to myself. The thing is, I do not see it like that. There is so much beauty and adventure to be had around the world and I am glad to have experienced it. However, the experience becomes somewhat hollow when you are alone. Sometimes I share the adventure with friends but it’s usually me gate crashing a couples trip of life time. Like the time I decided to go horse-riding St Lucia and the only other people on the tour were on honeymoon. #cringe
It has taught me that travel is were the heart is! Do be mistaken, It is great to see the wonders and vibrancy of the world. I would just rather be enjoying the coast line of England on a grey day with people I love than at the top of the tallest buildings in the world with a breathtaking view, solo.
According to all the media reports I keep reading it seems the a flight was forced to divert due a dissruptive passenger. The cause for his behaviour was apparently due to a recline seat.
This sort of reaction does seem slightly over the top but is all too common. These occurances are one of the most common problems I become negotietor for in my job. It always shocking to find people double my age asking me to sort out this problem. We are all humans and we all were taught in our youth, use your words not your fists!
I have seen grown men shout at several women. One man shout at a 9 year girl, 2 men punch someone, and around 50 people shouting and cursing at each other. All over a reclined seat! So this report of the US flight hardley surprises me.
Why the tension? I think its how one approaches the recline. We all hope we do not have a recliner in front of us. I even have to admit to doing the old knee agaisnt the seat trick so they think thier recline is broken. You can even but gadets to help yoy with this task now.
If it is a day flight, there is no need. Just sit up and watch a movie. Its better for your posture anyway.
If its a short flight, Its reallynot worth impedeing somone elses leg room for.
If its a long flight or a night flight and you have to recline your seat following my handy tips to avoid any confrentations:
1. Talk. Just ask the person behind you.
2. Do it with a smile (always helps)
3. Just recline a little to begin with then after an hour recline a little lowrr
4. Wait for the lights to go out before the recline on a night flight
5. NEVER recline a seat while your are being served a meal. Have you ever tried eating a meal right under chin!
6. Do not ask a 20 year old flight attendent to sort out your argrument. Your adults communicate and compromise.
Hopefully you will then arrive at your destination relaxed and avoid a deiversion over something so trival!
I get public transport to work. It’s just easier after a long haul flight than trying to drive while you have been awake for 28 hours. I always have luggage with me and sometimes I have to battle with the stairs. It amazes me that I am pushed and shoved by commuters like a pack if wild animals trying to over take me. I never expect help carrying my luggage as it’s my responsibility. However, I am shocked at how little it is offered.; And when it is, nine times out of ten it is a female. It always makes me smile as it is such a kind thought to slow down your day to help a stranger. Rarely do I accept as it’s my own fault if I have shopped to much and my case is heavy! This has increased my awareness of strangers needing my help. I often see women struggling with pushchairs down the stairs while swarms of men push by. I will always offer to help, as little kindness can go a long way.
It’s nice to see female chivalry is not dead.
Just landed off a long and demanding flight. I was highly demanded of the whole way across the Atlantic. I had the most bizzare situations occur with customers today. My highlight was the following:
Tall, overweight women, around late 30’s. I spot her at the far end of the aisle. Like a lion chasing its prey she stomps towards me. I look around to see if I can escape her clasp. Too late. She approaches with her cub in hand, throws the baby at me and screams:
“Hold my baby you bastard. I need to take a piss”