The Lows of Flying
One of the very best days of 2014 was the day I completed flight attendant training in Salt Lake City, UT. I was convinced this would be my career for 3-4 years. I would travel the planet, blog, take pictures and I would never have to sit at a desk.
Well I’m sitting here at a desk right now to tell you it did not work out that way.
The Lows of Being a Flight Attendant.
First and foremost, realize that my personality is very particular. I like things certain way. I like having control over my circumstances and I have a sensitive immune system.
I didn’t realize the extent of how airsick I got until I quit television, moved to Minnesota and started in flight training. I get airsick A LOT. Very easily. No matter how long or short the trip. I was poppin’ Dramamine almost every day and having to call out during the middle of a trip. My head would spin, I would throw up, and have to get back to work with a smile. Torture.
Being on Reserve (On Call)
With every airline you start off being a reserve. You are there so that when the senior flight attendants want to call in, or HAVE to call in the flight can still go as scheduled. As a reserve you must live close enough to the airport to get there within two hours. I was being called at 4am to get to the airport by 6am for a four-day trip. Reserve meant no control over your schedule. You might sit within 2 hours of the airport for your entire 12 hour required shift and never be called in. But you still had to be nearby.
Being Mistreated/Feeling Less Than
Pax and Pilots alike were capable of making me feel like my job was pathetic. And that could entirely be because I didn’t feel secure or happy in the job already. But I would have friends accidentally call me a stewardess or air hostess, when really I was mainly there for safety and as a first responder in an emergency. With that being said the enormous amount of pressure I felt to apply makeup and organize the peanut drawer was too much for me. I don’t really care what people think, so trying to provide top notch customer service for people who had been extremely rude or belittling was nearly impossible.