Double Whammy
After my brooding yesterday, I woke up with a positive determination to listen to music, control what I can, and be okay with the rest.
I sidestepped poisonous conversation and bitter anger amongst coworkers and supervisors. An elderly lady (passenger) even told me that she was incredibly happy that I was the one that "got her" because I was so sweet and 'gentle'. She took my name down and told me she would request me on her next flight out.
Another woman (passenger) walked up to me and handed me her ticket. She looked at me and tilted her head before asking "Aren't you kind of too pretty to work here?" I was honestly speechless and I still think it's a bit of a backhanded snarky compliment. She walked away before I could respond. I don't ever and would never think of physicality as being considered in anything, especially where -I- am concerned... except procreation and lust and maybe Hollywood, but even then...
So it was good until our debriefing. We were told to buckle down. It's not looking good. We may consider reaching out to community volunteer agencies or local churches for help. There is nothing set up for our agency. A lot of apologies. They even said that counseling would be provided for "depression" during these rough times. We aren't going to get paid until an agreement is reached in D.C.
I got in my car and a light in the console came on. I drove it to the dealership only to find out that I have a nail in the sidewall of a tire. It's not fixable. $100. I asked if they could possibly add it on to my payments (which I'm probably going to have to defer). They said no. I drove home. I have a feeling mr. nail and I are just going to have to become friends for a while.
I sidestepped poisonous conversation and bitter anger amongst coworkers and supervisors. An elderly lady (passenger) even told me that she was incredibly happy that I was the one that "got her" because I was so sweet and 'gentle'. She took my name down and told me she would request me on her next flight out.
Another woman (passenger) walked up to me and handed me her ticket. She looked at me and tilted her head before asking "Aren't you kind of too pretty to work here?" I was honestly speechless and I still think it's a bit of a backhanded snarky compliment. She walked away before I could respond. I don't ever and would never think of physicality as being considered in anything, especially where -I- am concerned... except procreation and lust and maybe Hollywood, but even then...
So it was good until our debriefing. We were told to buckle down. It's not looking good. We may consider reaching out to community volunteer agencies or local churches for help. There is nothing set up for our agency. A lot of apologies. They even said that counseling would be provided for "depression" during these rough times. We aren't going to get paid until an agreement is reached in D.C.
I got in my car and a light in the console came on. I drove it to the dealership only to find out that I have a nail in the sidewall of a tire. It's not fixable. $100. I asked if they could possibly add it on to my payments (which I'm probably going to have to defer). They said no. I drove home. I have a feeling mr. nail and I are just going to have to become friends for a while.