Grey Matters

Stupidity seems to be a factor in any job that requires working closely with the public. Being in the airline industry seems to only exaggerate it (I'm sure you can attest to this Ty).

I think it all begins during the check-in process. I have a feeling that people include their brains when deciding which baggage to check. People, people, this is not necessary. So long as your brain weighs less than 22lbs and fits into the sizing device you are more than welcome to bring it on board.

Nothing proves to me that you are running soley on brain stem more than when I sell sandwiches.

When I am pushing the sandwich cart through the aisle, the same cart that actually has sandwiches on top of it and I ask you if you would like to purchase a sandwich, "Diet Pepsi please" is not an appropriate response.

This means that you didn't listen to the announcement, you didn't look at the cart, you didn't see me hand sandwiches to anyone else and you didn't listen to what I asked you.

What if I replace "sandwiches" with "gas mask"?

"Would you like a gas mask to protect you from the cloud of toxic gases that is forming in the back galley?"

"Diet Pepsi please"

Good, that's what natural selection is all about my friend.

So please, please, please just use your brain while flying. You will no longer be the target of my laser beam death stare and you may even make your own life a bit easier.

Summer Lovin'

Ahhh, spring has finally arrived and I couldn't be happier about it. The warm weather has done wonders for me. After barely surviving hell month (as I've lovingly come to call the last few weeks) I thought I was going to lose my mind. I spent way, way to much time couped up in the library followed by even more time spent couped up in a plane. I can't explain the science behind it, but my body was craving fresh air and sunlight.

I'm also completely in love with spring classes. I don't know how I've managed to avoid them until my fourth year, but they are wonderful. It's so nice to get up in the morning and not have to scrape off my car. Then go to school and not have to trudge through two feet of snow to get to class. Another benefit is that now that it is sunny I've been able to cut out about 45 minutes of walking from building to building that I had to do in the winter to avoid going outside.

My classes this semester are pretty great too. It's going to be an insane amount of work (IE: 10 page paper and 20 minute presentation due in one week, ouch) but fortunately it is on really interesting subject matter. My second presentation is on a Colombian priest who gave up the bible and joined the guerrilla forces.

Oh, and now that I'm back in the city for more than a few hours at a time I promise to blog more frequently. Thanks for putting up with me.

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Woo Are You?

Remember the lady who insisted that everyone refer to her by her self-invented nickname? Well I met another of her kind. Apparently there are more followers of the onomatopoeia phenomenon.

This weekend I worked with La. Now naturally La is not her given name, just something she cooked up one day. I'm assuming that these ladies choose these names in order to be kooky and eccentric. However, I don't think I'm alone in finding this ridiculous.

What if I worked with both La and Woo at the same time?

"Woo, can you hand me a rye?" "La, can you help Woo with the garbage" "Woo and La, I need a bag of ice"

But if I can't beat 'em, I might as well join 'em. For this day forth I will introduce myself as Beep.