This life. It makes me tired of…
Disclaimer: Everyone has bad days at work. This is not the view of a collective group or an employer, but simply me exercising my freedom to whine.
I’m tired of getting in trouble for my nails being painted with colors. I was told once that I had flair, maybe too much. But then I was told, “One can never have too much flair.” I miss having the choice of flair.
I’m tired of being reprimanded for filling up a passenger’s water bottle. It’s water.
I’m tired of the simplest tasks being difficult. “Is it Coffee and Tea on the paddles, or the trolley?” really doesn’t need to be a question every single flight.
I’m tired of always being on an airplane, but never traveling.
I’m tired of being away from California, my best friends, and Sybil.
I’m tired of never knowing what day it is, and then when I think I know, getting it all wrong.
I’m tired of greasy airplane food. I rarely eat it, but still, it smells bad. Those ovens smell bad too.
I’m tired of the boarding music, and the pre-recorded announcements.
I’m tired of that big suitcase. It has made me fall before. I know I’m clumsy, but it still is a monster that never leaves my side.
I’m tired of never being able to choose where I go, when I go, and with whom I go.
I’m tired of being 28 and slightly homeless. Or living with Mom & Dad- whichever you want to call it.
I’m tired of being tired all the time…