Did someone stab a fork in my eye?

Um, yeah, so I haven't blogged in awhile, but I think it's because my last work experience was so harrowing that I've been suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, so.. just been focusing on the recovery and all. At least due to a scheduling mistake by me, I have over three weeks off in March. My taxes are done. Finally.

I'm having heart palpitations (for real) and I think it might be caused not by the smoking and booze as one may assume, but by the spasms of stress induced by my job. Three weeks off and I'm stressed out? Yes, because the people I work for are pathologically lying bastards. They'll blithely quote you outrageously untrue information and then dare you to brave their maze of automated phone calls, voice mails, e-mails and unmitigated bullshit in order to fix their mistakes. They are, without a doubt, worse than an insurance company.

I say this in part because they've just decided to bend the rules (a real fucking shocker) and call me out hours before they're legally able to, so I won't be able to move this Thursday as I'd originally intended. Fine. Okay. I'll just continue to live in the cardboard chaos my life has become.

I also may be a tiny bit bitter that on my last trip, the responsibility of head flight attendant got unceremoniously dumped into my lap, despite my complete lack of training for these duties.. Hmm, well, what could have gone wrong, you say? Well since you asked...

Issues with My Last Trip as Head Flight Attendant:
- departure was delayed 20 minutes because one of the passengers lost their boarding card and the Irish wouldn't let us leave
- the safety video's audio wouldn't work, so the protocol was really to do a manual demo, but I decided to say screw it. hey, they put me in charge.
- once in the air, it became clear that the bespectacled old Irish ground rep hadn't given me the necessary paperwork - the crew dec, passenger manifest. You know.. things that the FAA might go at us for rabid dogs for not having.
-we ran out of meals because the person in charge of counting some of them was new and got confused. luckily, all the passengers were asleep so it didn't matter.
-then, I had to do some bullshit paperwork instead of taking a nap, and even more when I got home! bureaucratic pigs!

Ahhh. Hear that? It's the sound of my relief at getting my aggressions out through the art of angry blogging.