Every year, flight attendants are required by the FAA to go through recurrent training, Recurrent training is when we stews spend a couple of days in a classroom and cover emergency procedures, power point slides of inflight rules, and take some tests. Passing the test means another year of employment and a few extra cents added to the hourly pay.
I did this once in Flight Attendant Training.
I’m pretty grateful that I’m still employed. I often question my commit-ability, but this marks my 3rd year in the airline relationship, and I’m happy. It might not be “The One”, but it still makes me giddy, excited, and find myself lost in thought over what I feel has chosen me. Three years may not be long spent working as a flight attendant, but these years have been very significant and character molding.
Work is fun:)
I was thumbing through my passport today, and still, my favorite stamp, directs me back to what started me in this career field. It was Egypt, not because of the landmarks, or seeing the pyramids, it isn’t even on my absolute favorite list, but it was the place that thought me out of a desk job. Egypt made me dream, and in the discouragement of no one wanting to hire me, I came back from my first taste of travel with hope I hadn’t felt in awhile (and giardia, but my lasting take-away was hope).
I’ve been thinking recently (maybe thinking a little bit too much) about goals. Goals that I have for my career life, personal life, travel life, tortilla life. I have so many facets and interests and stuff I want to do that I’m overwhelmed (in a positive way). When I consider fears I hold, I fear becoming too comfortable, idle, letting life just pass me by, but today, the single thought centered in my brain:
“You are in a good place. Stay.”
But, if someday (who knows when that will be), I find myself looking for another career, I may consider becoming a mascot. I hear they are popular with fans:)
PLEASE WATCH THE VIDEO. You will laugh, and it’s basically the whole point of the post.
And if I still want my current job, I better study-up.
Cracking open the books now.
You collegiates, higher education over-achievers, med-students, yeah, I’m talking to you crazies!!!
Ohhhhh, kids! I don’t envy you at all!