I always wonder if I am presentable to my passengers when I am working. I can tell you that I always try to do my best even when it’s hard to do with that 0400 wake-up call and lack of supplies. Thanks TSA! When I look fabulous, you can thank Lancome or L’Oreal (depending on the day)!
Really though, I wonder more about the actual uniform and how it fits. I can tell you that these uniform pieces are NOT made to fit each man or woman in the fleet and we do the best we can or at least some of us do. So, what sparked this whole conversation? I met a SouthWest Flight Attendant this morning and had to compliment her on her uniform. Personally, although I am intrigued by the airline and it’s success, the uniforms with their khaki pants and Polo shirts have been somewhat of a turn off. It may not be the glamorous life like it used to be but I can still feel like it with a nicely tailored skirt (Mom, we need to talk) and freshly washed hair. And, for goodness sakes girls, put on a little lipstick! Everyone looks good with a little color.
So, back to the flight attendant this morning. She was still wearing khaki’s however, they were dark blue instead of the traditional beige and with it she wore a sweater, a nice scarf and some cute shoes (not the sneakers). Her hair was nicely done and some color on her face. Not too much, just enough to look the part. Being a flight attendant is a part we play , it’s not just a job or at least it shouldn’t be.
So, within reason, what do you think that flight attendant uniforms should have? A cute little hat perhaps??
I remember the days when I actually worked flights to Las Vegas from Cincinnati, OH. At just over 3 hours and possibly closer to 4, it was a bit of a stretch on that Regional Jet with narrow seats and only 1 bathroom for 50 passengers. The only good thing, for the passengers at least, was the fact that everyone was sleeping. Since I was the only flight attendant and the cabin was dark, I was always a little paranoid about falling asleep.
Jump forward to today, when I find myself sitting in the first class cabin of an Airbus A320 aircraft.
As the regional jets used by Delta’s wholly owned Comair are fitted with wifi capability, some passengers are very excited while others are disappointed that it costs them $9.95 a flight. There are other options and I suppose if you really need to get some work done or simply want to keep up with your friends and that football score, then you’ll pay the price. At least the option is there and it’s no more than on Delta. Continue reading
They gather in anticipation, one by one as if a great prize is awaiting each of them. Closer and closer with no apparent line being formed, just a cluster. There’s no one ready for them. Sometimes it is too early for the procedure to even begin and once it does, it’s often madness at it’s fnest. Then, only because they are forced into taking turns, one by one each passes the gate keeper, down a long hall and through the threshold only to fight to take their spot in what each feels is rightfully theirs. Each one has waited for this moment and often will continue to do so because the rythem is no longer there and mass confusion erupts. They try to pass each other, shoving and pushing. Verbal sighs and quips escape from the line, animals trapped in an antiquated system begging to be released. Sometimes the herder chimes in to keep moving. There has to be a better way to tend to the flock. Continue reading
After about the 5th time that I tried to explain to a passenger why we were late and what will happen to them and their connection now that we were not allowed to take off for over an hour, I politely excuse myself and pick up the inflight telephone that we make announcements with…
“Ladies and gentlemen, I do apologize for the ground hold that we are under and appreciate your patience”,I begin. “For those of you that are concerned about your connections and would like to know more about what is going on, I would like to try and explain”, I continued, speaking from knowledge yet without a pre written script.
As I began to fall over my words, a couple of cute giggles came from the the front of the airplane and I lost my train of thought. Before I realized what I was saying, the words escaped my lips, “I’m so sorry, I’m making this up as I go along” (face now possibly beet red) Continue reading
December 22, 2001, Richard Colvin Reid, a self-admitted member of al-Qaeda, became known for attempting to blow up an aircraft by igniting explosives in his shoes.
As a result of this action, the US government implemented an airport security measure requiring all passengers to remove their shoes to go through the X-ray machines looking for any further explosives. Almost 10 years later and the anniversary of the September 11 terrorist attacks, Homeland Security is planning to phase out the program and once again allow passengers to leave their shoes on.
On December 28, 2009, Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, a 23-year-old Nigerian, attempted to blow up a NorthWest aircraft over Detroit when he lit his underwear (containing a poorly crafted bomb) on fire. Although Al Qaeda, who took credit for the attempted bombing, boasted their “ability to overcome U.S. intelligence and airport security”, why are we not required to take off our underwear to go through security?
When I began my career as a flight attendant, I avoided the larger aircraft and chose instead to work by myself on the plane at a smaller carrier. Just me. Solo.
When the airline then employed by picked up a two flight attendant aircraft, I avoided it like it was the plague. Why? I was afraid to work with anyone else after both the office situation that I left behind and the constant bickering on the aircraft ride to my possible new career. I can barely handle my own hormones sometimes. Why add someone else’s if you can help it?
I will admit that the day I was forced to fly with someone else, I loved it! There was someone else to talk to, share stories with and learn from. Is it always easy? No! Is it possible? Yes. Continue reading