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??

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 »