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Finally taking the time

December 21, 2008

I believe I have just finished my last night of work at work part two. I had considered maintaining a friendly alliance in case I need to work again once my foot heals, but after my experiences the last two week, tonight’s being the cake-taker, I’m finished. I work too hard to be treated the way I was treated, and I’m sick of it.

I have worked every single day this month except the last two Sundays. I know there are a lot of people who work harder than I do, but I’m having a pity party right now so bear with me (or stop reading).

Once again I worked in a ridiculously large house. This time, though, the decorations were much more tasteful. I met a DL flight attendant of 37 years who told me she could’ve gotten me a job there last year. It’s tempting to think of the destinations, but I still think not getting hired was for the best. I also think I need to get out of the service industry, but that’s another rant for another day.

This week I did a 3 day on the 50. It was pretty decent, but a lot of work. I didn’t think my voice was going to make it through that last 5 leg day. I was part of a lot of people getting home for Christmas, which helped me enjoy the trip. One of them was my cousin Neil coming home from UVA. I’m not sure which of us was more surprised to see the other when he got on the plane. It was fun though. A three year old boy told his mother he was going to marry me. We stayed mostly in the southeast for the entire trip and I was reinforced in my belief that passengers in the southeast are friendlier. They smile at me. They make small talk. They acknowledge my existence. It’s crazy.

Thursday I got my chipped tooth fixed, and for some reason when I went in there I didn’t think about the fact that they would have to numb my mouth. Shots in the mouth make me miserable. Four hours later my mouth was still numb, and because my tongue and throat are already retarded I nearly suffocated on some waffle fries when they kept falling onto the numb side of mouth and getting stuck. My tooth looks beautiful though.

My other excitement for the week was my haircut. It had been a long time and my hair was getting out of control. I love the feeling of a fresh, short haircut.

Last night I did a Montgomery nap. It was about as good as a nap can get. We were on time. I got about 5 hours of sleep. We left there at 5:45am and before we had even taken off a guy started throwing up. I had been warned that he wasn’t feeling well so I gave him extra puke bags. He told me he had eaten too much. Honey, does this look like my first flight? How many people eat too much at 5am on Saturday? Do you think I don’t know what a hangover looks like? Right… Regardless of his reasons, I have a soft spot in my heart for pukers. He managed to throw up 2 more times before we landed in Atlanta 26 minutes later. I think it’s a record.

Tomorrow I get to see Joy, and Peter, J, and Jamie will be home when I get back from my three day. I’m looking forward to it. I still haven’t really been able to put any energy into thinking about going to South Africa, even though it’s in less than a week from now.

Tomorrow is going to be a good, work-free day.

PS. My room has been clean almost all month.

Currently reading: Treasure Island By Robert Louis Stevenson

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