In reading through some recent posts, I realized a couple of things. Number 1: they're not all that recent. B: I'm effing emo. And lastly: many things have changed.
Right now, I'm wearing blue pajama pants, a brown t-shirt, and a horizontally striped black and white long sleeved shirt. I feel this is important for somebody to know, but I have no idea who. So, you.
It's officially winter, even though it's only early October. I know this because three of my nails have broken in the last two days, and my hands are all dry and red because I didn't put lotion on last night. Unmistakable signs of winter. Also, the snow on the ground and the delays at the airport today were a pretty good indication.
I was on the same plane for nine hours today. Literally didn't even step off to get food or use a real bathroom (stupid airplane lavatories). Shouldn't I be somewhere like England or China by now?
Remember that dating website I joined? Total bust. Not even one awesome person to be found. (Well, maybe just one...) And remember how I'm bad at dating, because I've never really done it? (That's what she said?)
Turns out, I'm not so bad at dating, I'm just bad at finding the right person to date. I've done it, though. I found someone who is pretty darn neat, if I do say so myself. He lives far away, but hopefully not for long. He took me to the aquarium, where I got to learn about seahorses. I love seahorses. I'm shy, and awkward, and he doesn't seem to mind. He watches HGTV with me. He holds my hand and says nice things and likes puns and seems to like me and plays board games with me and he's just making me so much smilier than normal lately, and I'm pretty smiley to begin with.
So there's that.
And other than that, pretty much everything is the same as always.
Oh, crap. What if I AM bad at dating, and he's just too nice to tell me?
Monday, October 12, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Back by popular demand.
It's amazing how fast things can change, unexpectedly, and so much for the better.
I've been at my job over a year. I got a raise, and I can get some new uniform pieces for free, thanks to a yearly uniform money stipend.
Today I learned that mannequin is spelled with a q. Why haven't I known that all along?
Infants cannot be stored in overhead bins, beneath the seat in front of you, or in harnesses attached to one's own body. They must be held during taxi, takeoff, and landing.
Favre has beat every team in the NFL. I don't care who you are or how much you don't care about football, that's impressive. Also, go Twins. Minnesota pretty much is awesome.
I know a lot more than some flight attendants who have been at this job a lot longer than I. This makes me slightly nervous for our passengers. Why are you freaking out about emergency equipment comp checks? You should know this stuff. What if you had an emergency? You should already know what to do! I read my trashy vampire book while my classmates demanded silence in the cafeteria (yeah, good luck with that one) and frantically paged through the review booklet.
Well, not all my classmates. One of my favorite women from our new hire initial training is in my recurrent ground school class this week. I rarely see her around the airport, so I was glad to see her on the list for class. She's one of the nicest people I've ever met. And her hair is like eight feet longer than mine.
Speaking of which, I almost died last weekend thanks to a horrific long-hair-plus-hair-dryer situation. If your hair is inside of a hair dryer and starting to catch on fire a little, how are you supposed to put that fire out when it's impossible to unplug the hair dryer from the wall? Luckily, it did not burst into flames in my hand, and I found the fuse box to ease my nerves even more.
Before that near-near-death experience, I was jinxed into death while driving a long distance in the rain. You can't just tell someone to have a nice drive and to not die. That's why you tell actors to break a leg instead of wishing them luck, and why you don't say "crash" on an airplane.
Luckily, though, I actually survived, and had a couple of the best days I've had in a long, long time. So good, in fact, that I have plans to repeat them this week.
In conclusion, in case anyone was wondering, I can and will kick your ass at Othello.
I've been at my job over a year. I got a raise, and I can get some new uniform pieces for free, thanks to a yearly uniform money stipend.
Today I learned that mannequin is spelled with a q. Why haven't I known that all along?
Infants cannot be stored in overhead bins, beneath the seat in front of you, or in harnesses attached to one's own body. They must be held during taxi, takeoff, and landing.
Favre has beat every team in the NFL. I don't care who you are or how much you don't care about football, that's impressive. Also, go Twins. Minnesota pretty much is awesome.
I know a lot more than some flight attendants who have been at this job a lot longer than I. This makes me slightly nervous for our passengers. Why are you freaking out about emergency equipment comp checks? You should know this stuff. What if you had an emergency? You should already know what to do! I read my trashy vampire book while my classmates demanded silence in the cafeteria (yeah, good luck with that one) and frantically paged through the review booklet.
Well, not all my classmates. One of my favorite women from our new hire initial training is in my recurrent ground school class this week. I rarely see her around the airport, so I was glad to see her on the list for class. She's one of the nicest people I've ever met. And her hair is like eight feet longer than mine.
Speaking of which, I almost died last weekend thanks to a horrific long-hair-plus-hair-dryer situation. If your hair is inside of a hair dryer and starting to catch on fire a little, how are you supposed to put that fire out when it's impossible to unplug the hair dryer from the wall? Luckily, it did not burst into flames in my hand, and I found the fuse box to ease my nerves even more.
Before that near-near-death experience, I was jinxed into death while driving a long distance in the rain. You can't just tell someone to have a nice drive and to not die. That's why you tell actors to break a leg instead of wishing them luck, and why you don't say "crash" on an airplane.
Luckily, though, I actually survived, and had a couple of the best days I've had in a long, long time. So good, in fact, that I have plans to repeat them this week.
In conclusion, in case anyone was wondering, I can and will kick your ass at Othello.
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