“What do you want?” I asked pointedly— the words digitally etched into existence. The text message had a haunting feel to it, as if the question should have been directed at me instead of
Continue readingDream Job: CHECK London. Los Angeles. New York: CHECK. Pretty smile. Perfect Lipstick and the proper pour of Diet Coke. Done and done. You got it. You did it. You do it— The Flight Attendant Life. And, you
Continue readingIt’s Saturday night, and I’m at LAX. Naturally, flight attendants are supposed to be at airports; that’s what they do. They go to airports
Continue readingScattered— well, I suppose the more appropriate term is ‘sprawled’—across my bed is my kiteboard bag. A lone rash guard peeks out from a pocket. There’s a suitcase by the wall, one
Continue reading“Please. I can’t even commit to a lipstick.” I laugh when you say that I should own the t-shirt that broadcasts this statement. I smirk when you ask me for the thousandth time who I’m
Continue reading“Well, Clappy the Kitten was going to be a movie star one day. But then she rang up too many bills on her Mastercard and had to get a job as a teller at the
Continue readingYou signed up for this. You choose to go to work everyday. You greet and smile at passengers like you love your job, but inside you feel like your airline is
Continue readingI looked around the breakfast table that had become considerably larger over the hour. There was one Portuguese, one Swiss, one Swedish, one Norwegian, one Italian, and one British pilot discussing a recent
Continue readingFour countries in five days. A weekend spent in Los Angeles, Miami, Stockholm, and London. Redeyes literally turning into “red eyes.” This is the
Continue readingOnce, I said I wanted to move to New York. I put in a base transfer for JFK and thought that Brooklyn would be the best place for me to create a home. Right now, that living in Brooklyn idea sounds awful as
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