Although I really should be turning my attention to other tasks, I couldn't help it. A former flight attendant classmate of mine has found my blog. I'm not a big promoter -- although a very select few may beg to differ -- so I'm honored that she sought me out and added me to her blog roll.
The number of classmates still working as flight attendants are dwindling, but I'd like to highlight blogs from two of the nicest women I had the pleasure to work with. They were nice in that I-value-you-as-a-person-and-will-go-to-the-ends-of-the-earth-but-I'm-also-damn-good-at-my-job-and-I-can't-let-you-do/have-that-right-now kind of way. Susan's Toes in the Sky blog and Kelly's Who Am I to Fly the Sky blog are bursting with flight attendant humor and wisdom.
Here's to you, ladies. I have many fond memories of early morning studying, Bennigans debriefing (may they rest) and stern discussions from Marco about Mr. January. Thanks for the memories, safe flying and happy blogging.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
An RTD bus friend and I were talking about our most mindless jobs today and he springs this one on me.
"Well, I guess my most brainless job had to be when I was a male model in college," he said after half a second of reflection.
"For art classes?" I asked, trying to imagine my near-retirement, non-profit administering friend as a nude model for a forms class.
"No, it was more runway stuff for men's clothing," he explained as we disembarked.
Snapping open cans of Coke and purveying beverages with a cocktail napkin tucked neatly beneath while maintaining corporeal balance at 38,000 feet in a metal tube pressurized to 9,000 feet can't hold a candle to that occupation. Admittedly, both are glamour-filled, but I didn't get nearly the number of cat calls as my friend did.
"My friends took to calling me GQ because I would get free clothes from my modeling gigs," he said with a squint of a grin on his face.