Night Stop

My first night stop and I was (naturally) petrified. Sigh! But there was no going round about it so just had to deal and get on with life. What made it worse? There was this colleague of mine who felt I had an attitude problem as I was not humored by his jokes in one of our flights. He said so to a pal of mine and the news reached me…four days with this person…oh great but what the heck you have to work and you wont get ur best pals on all your flights.

I had a nice time (surprisingly), went out shopping and sight seeing and this person who felt I had an attitude problem, doesn’t think so anymore. Now he calls me a “baccha” meaning “kid”, I guess we kinda broke the ice and got along (but I don’t like being called a kid, especially by him).

When flying back from Dubai (that’s where I had been to) a passenger asked me why I was flying for this particular airline…he felt I had “potential” and should opt for a better airline. While I did defend the honour of my airline, I did agree (secretly) with his opinion about the image of my airline. He told me to shift ASAP coz he felt I was being wasted here. Oh well…this profession is just a passing phase…let’s see what the future holds in store for me.

I managed to bonk my head in the aircraft while working in the galley. I was sporting a swollen forehead and not to mention the pain. They have started giving us international flights and now it’s going to be really hectic.