Finally the weekend and some rest: after a week of shadowing the energy level is going down and need some time off: gym, sleep, food shopping and all the other thousands boring chores to be done on a typical day off (feet nails cutting included)..
I must say that so far so good. I don't have my uniform (yet) but the black tailleur is still keeping it corporate, donc ça va. Or actually, not quite (see below).
i had my first shouting passenger yesterday, who was upset because she booked online on idonthaveaclueabouttravelling.com and claimed she pre-selected some fanstastic seats on one of our longhaul flights... Well, she was upset because at the check-in she got different seats, not quite as good apparently, so she was claiming a free UPGRADE: do I look like Santa Clause by any chance?? Ok, I understand I am not wearing the blue marine uniform yet, but i don't have a red and white hat on me head, have I???
I told her that I had changed her seat: to find them, she had to take the emergency door and turn right... ooops
As my mum used to say when I was growing up "It's much harder to say no than to say yes..." mum, you were so damn right!
Forgot to mention: the existance of Mr BLUE EYES. He's gorgeous and at the same time full of himself. Apparently quite young and brand new, this fellow chap walks up and down the airport smiling randomly and thinking 'I am so friggin HOT'. He doesn't do any work, he's there just to improve the image of the airline that he represents (he's quite good at it actually)and maybe save it from bankrupcy... who knows? He sayd 'goodmorning' once, and I am not sure if he has an accent yet. I will find out and post ASAP. More details to follow.
Secret doors: One thing that really fascinates me it's the existance of millions of back secret doors in airports... doors that take you to back offices and shortcuts for BAA staff only... they are soooo cool. It makes you feel as if you were Tomb Raider in the enchanted terminal (only less tits and more make up..)
