Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Back to work...

Well, after 2 weeks off, I went back to work yesterday. Annnd it got off to a rocky start.

Because I just transferred to Denver, and have applied for but not received my SIDA badge (I forget what that stands for but basically we swipe it to get into secure areas of the airport) I have to stand around and wait for another employee to come along to escort me to our main crew room at DIA. So I arrive at the elevator, which does not open without a badge swipe, with 12 minutes before I have to check in, and wait. And wait and wait and wait. No one shows up. All the sudden I hear it coming up, the doors open, a maintenance guy walks off and I take the opportunity to jump in, hoping someone will summon it from the crew room and I can jump off. Nope. No one is summoning. And I can't open the door without a badge. So I'm stuck in this friggin elevator, with no cell phone service! I'm trying to call my company and every time they hang up because they can't hear me. I start to panic, because not only am I stuck in this hot, cramped elevator, but I'm also going to be late for work. It was almost 10 minutes before it finally started to move. And praise Jesus, it opened on the right floor. So I run to the computers to check in, 2 min late already and because I haven't been at work in so long, I have about 15 red priority messages in my inbox I have to open before it will let me check in. Long story short, I was late.

But there's more. My next stop was my locker, where I had to pick up my work coat and my flight attendant manual. And for some reason I cannot get my combination lock to open. I couldn't remember if I had to do a full turn, one-and-a-half turns, partial turn?? I mean I haven't used a master lock since high school. It's just not opening. Finally, after a few tries, it does. So I'm quickly trying to reorganize, I have a million things in my hands, my hair's in my face and I have no idea how I'm getting back up the elevator to go to work, and I look up and see my number one pilot crush walking right towards me. We will just call him Capt. X. Capt. X is just dreamy. He's cool, laid back, tan and gorgeous. Once he told me he wanted to go to costa rica with me, and I couldn't eat for a week. I love him. And at this moment, I need him. To let me up the elevator. Which he is more than happy to do, but not before I drop a few things, stumble, turn bright red and take entirely too long to get my shit together. X tells me he is leaving our airline for a bigger and better one in 3 weeks, and that he will email me before then. I don't really believe him, because every time I see him he tells me he's coming to Florida to hang out, and it's never happened. He sure is cute though :)

It is now day 2 of my 4 day trip. I'm in Vancouver and there is a Steve Nash fitness center attached to our hotel. The other FA and I made plans to take a class there today. We ended up doing a Tabata class. Ever heard of it? Me neither. But basically you do one intense exercise for 20 seconds, 8 times, with 10 sec between each set. And then switch to another exercise and do it again. Basically it's 20 seconds of hell you have to relive every 10 seconds. For an HOUR. The class started at noon and I had not eaten, which I knew was going to bite me in the ass, because you need fuel to withstand this kind of unique torture. So after I whipped someone with my jumprope and nearly passed out, I said "peace out suckas!" I made it to 12:30. Then headed straight to the smoothie counter. I could literally feel the blood going back into my brain with every sip. I've been watching a "Storage Wars" marathon ever since. Lesson learned: I need to get in shape and stop skipping breakfast!

For those of you interested in my progress in Denver; I still have not found an apartment I like, BUT am seeing an amazing looking house on Thursday after work. A pilot is looking for a roomie, and even though I swore I'd live alone, this place looks so gorgeous AND the price is right AND I wouldn't have to buy any furniture. So as long as the pictures are accurate and this guy isn't a big weirdo, it's pretty much a done deal for me. Will keep you posted...:)

3 comments:

  1. Only you, JES. The trapped in the elevator but is truly my worst nightmare. I probably would have cried & wet my pants, so at least you didn't have that to contend with, I guess!
    I'm eagerly awaiting a Cap'n X update!

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  2. This is my first time reading your blog-and want to go back to your first post and say, I completely agree with your sister-in-law about the world famous bit!!

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