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Month: August 2010 Page 3 of 4

The working diet

So, my clothes have been fitting way too snug for my liking lately. Possibly Definitely something to do with that year of unemployment. Being unemployed is actually really depressing. I felt useless and worthless way too often. Ironically it made me want to curl up and do less.

Finally starting work again has made me so much happier already. I got up this morning and actually had breakfast with Joel(!). I cannot even remember the last time we did that. I am one to sleep until past the last possible second. I then rush around like a crazy person in order to not be late. Most of the time I make it out the door in the nick of time. Sometimes I don’t. It makes mornings stressful and too often Joel and I end up snapping at each other.

This morning was different for no particular reason. In fact, I did not sleep well the night before. My mind wouldn’t stop racing and I ended up with probably 4 hours of sleep, at best. Normally that would have meant that I would have been next to impossible to get out of bed. For some reason, I was barely tired. In fact, Joel was being nice and was going to let me sleep a little longer but I woke up on my own and was up before he was out of the shower. Just weird.

Anyway, my energy carried through the whole day. Today was the day before the soft opening so the store was a crazy rush to get everything set up and stocked and ready for customers tomorrow. The amount that goes into opening a store is insane! Insane I say!

The first three hours I spent sorting and double checking labels and prices on wine. Dealing with wine? Not as relaxing as you might expect. In fact, I’d say it’s the exact opposite of relaxing. I have been known to have some really clumsy moments. Dropping an expensive bottle of wine (because you know the bottle I would drop would be an expensive one) is not the kind of first impression I want to make on all my new bosses.

The worst was when I had to move an entire cart full of bottles around the store. That cart was holding almost $1,700 worth of wine. You better believe I have never moved so slowly or carefully in my life. All the while with visions of hitting a bump and watching the whole cart shatter around me. Ugh, it still makes me tense just thinking about it.

Thankfully, my practice with walking around turbulent airplanes paid off and all the bottle remained intact. I also have a much better idea of our wine selection at the store (hint, it’s big and amazing*). Had I been doing the project in a tub of foam? I would have been having an absolute blast. Since the floors are concrete instead of foam I just had a cautiously enjoyable time.

After all the wine was put safely back on it’s shelves and I could breathe normally again we had some more barista training. Another rep from Intelligentsia came out, this time to show us how to use our actual equipment and how to make flavored drinks, teas and brewed coffee. You guys know what a Starbucks fanatic I’ve been right? I mean I loooove Starbucks. Yum. This coffee? Makes Starbucks taste like instant Folgers. Seriously, best. coffee. ever. And not just because I made it either.

After the training was more organizing, putting away, labeling etc etc. The next thing I knew I checked the time and it was 5:30pm. I got to the store at 11am! I literally hadn’t taken the time to pee yet! TMI? Sorry. But seriously. Thank goodness I ate breakfast.

I’d like to point out that I wasn’t forced to work nonstop like that with no breaks. I was just so busy I didn’t think about it. I also was having a good time. I know that sounds crazy and you may have to remind me of this in a few months when I just don’t want to get out of bed but for now, I’m having so much of a blast I forget to eat.

And that, my friends, is why this post is labeled the working diet. If I can keep being so busy that I don’t have time to get hungry I’ll be back in my skinny jeans in no time flat.

Of course, as soon as the store opens and I can buy all kinds of ridiculously high quality delicious food on my breaks, my plan may not seem so brilliant.


Only funny in the movies

By now you’ve probably heard about that flight attendant (Steven Slater) that lost it on a JetBlue flight yesterday. In case you haven’t heard yet, here is a summary of what happened taken from the New York Times article about the incident:

One passenger stood up to retrieve belongings from the overhead compartment before the crew had given permission. Mr. Slater instructed the person to remain seated. The passenger defied him. Mr. Slater reached the passenger just as the person was pulling down the luggage, which struck Mr. Slater in the head.

Mr. Slater asked for an apology. The passenger instead cursed at him. Mr. Slater got on the plane’s public-address system and cursed out the passenger for all to hear. Then, after declaring that 20 years in the airline industry was enough, he blurted out, “It’s been great!” He activated the inflatable evacuation slide at a service exit and left the world of flight attending behind.

Here is the full story.

Let me say this, the passenger was way out of line. The reason you’re required to remain seated is not only for your own safety but also for the safety of those around you. This is perfectly illustrated by the fact that Mr. Slater was hit in the head, presumably when the plane started moving again unexpectedly. If it hadn’t been Mr. Slater who was hit, another passenger could have easily been hurt. Even if you have no regard for your own or others’ safety it’s actually against the law to ignore lighted signs, placards and crew member’s instructions. Doing so can land you with hefty fines.

Despite this, it’s not at all uncommon for passengers to get up when the seat belt sign is on, whether in the air or when taxiing to the gate. Ignorance, short connections and just plain lack of regard for authority are all contributing factors. As a flight attendant, I’ve made too many announcements to count asking passengers to return to their seats and buckle up. It’s extremely frustrating to be ignored in the best of circumstances. When you’ve had a long, frustrating day or week or month it can be infuriating. Obviously that was the case for Mr. Slater.

In a way, I say he is freaking awesome. There were times (mostly after dealing with scheduling, not so much passengers) that I was tempted to say “screw it!” and walk off the job. Then I’d spend an afternoon lying on an exotic beach soaking up sun while getting paid and that would cool me off for several months. I love my job and short of it hurting my relationship with my husband or family I wouldn’t dream of actually quitting. The temptation? Definitely comes up from time to time though.

But, if you’ve absolutely had it with the whining, the lack of sleep, the disrespect and being treated like a vending machine on heels (or in a tie) I totally get that. Flight attendants tend to be animated, dramatic people so if they have to quit, going out with a bang seems like the way to do it. And trust me, those slides? Definitely bang. They’re loud! They’re also a lot of fun to go down. I’ve only had the pleasure once. No, it wasn’t while making a dramatic exit from an aircraft, it was just during emergency training. Given the chance I’d love to go down one again. Of course, as long as it isn’t because I’m trying to escape a burning airplane because I imagine that? Would be less than fun.

The main part that bothers me about this whole story is Mr. Slater’s blatant disregard for the safety of the ground crew. He was so worried about the passenger remaining seated for safety’s sake and then he blows a slide once they reach the gate? Really? I suppose if you aren’t in the industry you may not understand why that’s a big deal.

According to this pdf document put out by the FAA, as of 1999, evacuation slides are required to fully inflate within six seconds. That’s almost no time to see that it’s happening and get out of the way. If you don’t get out of the way on time? There’s a good chance you’ll be severally injured or even killed.

Mr. Slater put his own dramatic need for attention above the lives of those who could have been on the ground working on the plane and unloading baggage. Not cool. I’m all for making a statement. If that means stealing a couple beers, cussing out passengers, storming off the airplane or whatever that’s one thing. It doesn’t hurt anyone but yourself and possibly your airline’s image. Endangering lives is a whole different story and for that Mr. Slater should be ashamed of himself. He should have known better.

Mr. Slater could have called the cockpit and informed them that he had been both verbally and physically assaulted by a passenger. (Yes, getting hit in the head with a bag qualifies as assault.) The captain could have called for police to meet the plane and the offending passenger would have been in a heck of a lot of trouble. Instead, as far as what has been reported, the offending passenger had no consequences for their actions. That passenger can write it off as a crazy flight attendant losing it and is no more likely to obey future instruction from crew members. This puts future crews at risk.

Mr. Slater threw away his career for a couple of beers and 15 minutes of fame and in the process risked lives. He traded his uniform for prison orange which, let’s face it, isn’t flattering on anyone. While what he did is funny to joke about and would make a great scene in a movie, it’s not behavior that should be applauded in real life. He’s just a troubled individual that lost it. He’s a cautionary tale, not a hero.


Wow, after not working for almost a year going back to work is tiring. The worst part? I haven’t even really started working yet. We had training again today and possibly more tomorrow and Wednesday. Then again, maybe not. Everything is so up in the air. I hear a lot of “I have no idea” which is understandable but frustrating to everyone involved. I try to make plans only to cancel them a little later because it looks like I might work. Then I don’t have to work and it’s too late.

Ha, ironically it sounds like I’m describing my job as a flight attendant. The major difference was, I knew my on call days more than a month in advance. In this instance I feel like I’ve been living in limbo since mid-May. I’m flexible, I get how hard this is for everyone but man, I can’t wait until things calm down a bit. At least everyone seems really nice still and I have a lot of fun while I’m there.

The only big bummer about this job is that it’s definitely going to cut way down on my Twitter time. I miss my Twitter friends already. I’m sure I’ll work out a balance eventually though. I’m definitely not giving up Twitter altogether. Just during working hours.

Anyway, the main point of this post is I’m exhausted. I worked two days in a row and as soon as I got home I wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep. Apparently spending a year in your pjs, on the couch twittering does nothing for your endurance. Who knew? The good news is, maybe after several weeks of being active and on my feet my clothes will actually start fitting again. Wouldn’t that be nice.

It didn’t help at all that I was up at least five times in a panic that I’d overslept. I even went to bed earlier than normal so I thought I’d wake up rested but noooo. I’d wake up, look at my phone to check the time and stare at it until my eyes weren’t blurry and I could actually read the display. Then I’d sit there wondering what I had to do and why I was awake and ask myself what time I had to be where. It was awful. Normally that only happens to me if I go to bed way too late and have to get up super early. Oh well.

Despite the tiredness I’m just so happy about being useful again. I’m excited to actually start paying off our debt and finally start saving money again. I’m sick of the drowning feeling I always have about 4 days before payday. It would be so nice to actually be able to do nice things without feeling insanely guilty about it. I hate money.

I’d love to write more but my lazy body is trying to shut down so I’m going to let it. Night!

Current song obsession and other things

Sometimes there are songs that just stick with me. I’m one to put a song on repeat for hours if it really speaks to me. This song is my current obsession. It’s been on to the point that Joel has groaned “not again” more than once.

Also, you may have noticed my fancy buttons on the right sidebar. The main reason I blog is so I can look back and remember the fabulous details of my life. A close second reason is to meet new people, find new blogs to read and develop friendships.

Reason number two is why I’ve joined Picket Fence Blogs and created a button for my blog. I’d like to get out there and make more connections in the blog world. You can help me by clicking on any of the picket fence buttons if you’d like. You can vote once daily.

I’m actually overwhelmed by the number of voted I’ve received already. If you’ve voted for me, thank you. If not, you’re cool too. Obviously I’m not doing this for the votes and I won’t pester anyone or even bring it up very often. I just think it could be a fun little side thing.

In other news, I did some more training at work today. It looks like the store is actually going to have it’s soft open on Wednesday. I’m both excited and really nervous about this. In a lot of ways I feel like I have no idea what is going on. Normally starting a new job most of the other people there have experience so you can kind of rely on them until you get the hang of things. In a brand new place like this there won’t be any room for “sorry I’m new” because the whole freaking store is new. ::gulp::

It should be a challenge but I’m always up for a good challenge so I’m not too worried. Even during training we have people almost constantly walking in wanting to check the place out and see if we’re open yet. I don’t see bringing business in being an issue. If it’s everything it seems like it’s going to be then it’s going to be an amazing place to both visit and work.

That’s pretty much everything for now. It’s funny, I sat down expecting to just post the song really quick and be done. Next thing I know I’ve rambled on for almost 500 words. I’m really starting to love blogging everyday. It’s becoming less of a chore and more of a pleasure. I’m not going to lie, the fact that I’ve actually been getting some comments and responses more often helps. I feel like I’m actually talking to people and not a blank wall. It makes it so much more fun.

So, much love to all my readers. I still get all giddy and happy about each and every comment. Inside, I’m still just an excited 12 year old girl. Bubble hearts and kisses to you all.

Pizza instead of cake

My sister turned 20 the other day so today we had her over for a mini birthday celebration. We hung out together and cooked (!) while the boys took advantage of the indoor basketball court. I actually had such a great time cooking. Normally it’s pretty boring for me which is why I don’t do it as often as I should. Between all the chatting and laughing we didn’t have time to feel bored at all. Guess I need to work on getting a sister wife to move in with us.

The domesticating was followed by a quicker than planned dip in the pool. We would have stayed longer but it was too cold for us girls to jump in so we were getting eaten alive by mosquitoes. I guess that’s what we get for being wussy about the cold, huh? The boy had an absolute blast though.

Anthony didn’t like actually swimming. However, he inched his way along the entire circumference of the pool and thought it was the best thing ever. Silly buddy.

Be still my heart. Seriously, this picture makes me swoon. He’s going to be an amazing daddy someday. For now, he’s the world’s best uncle.

After we tired the boys out and donated at least a pint of blood to the local mosquito population we headed back inside for dessert. A traditional birthday celebration would have cake but my family rarely does anything the normal way. Naomi requested my fruit pizza. Who am I to say no? Especially when it’s to something so delicious.

Beautiful birthday girl and the birthday pizza.

Naomi with her men. I think the boys were kind of cheesed out by this point. They just wanted to nom on the pizza.Who can blame them?

It wasn’t anything fancy but it was full of lots of laugh and love. Being part of a huge family is the best because it never goes too long before there’s another birthday to celebrate. Any excuse to get together and eat yummy food? I’ll take it.

Done with brown

Number 23 on my 30 by 30 list (have you checked it out yet? You should) is to dye my hair something other than it’s natural color.

I’m a hair dye virgin. The most I’ve used is Kool-aid when I was a kid. It doesn’t work on dark hair by the way. Ten year old me felt so left out of all my pretty blond friends with their electric pink and purple hair. I’ve also used temporary dye so I guess I’m not totally a virgin. But my permanent hair dye cherry has yet to be popped.

There are a couple reasons for this. The first is just plain lack of money. I’ve never been one to spend gobs of money on my appearance and there are so many things I’d rather do with $75-$150 every six weeks or so. I had many friends that did the trendy chunky highlights in the late 90’s and when they decided to grow it out the in between was just awful. That scared me off any kind of hair dye for a long time.

The second reason is, I can’t decide what other color I’d like my hair to be. I have no idea what would look good with my skin tone and have never had a hair stylist that I trusted enough to tell me.

This is a pretty good representation of my current hair color

Don’t mind me, I’m just glowing white and stuffing my face with cotton candy. Also, try to ignore the massive amount of split ends I have. They’re still left over from that hair straightening incident.

As you can see I’m a brunette and proud of it. Before I fried my hair I always got compliments from the stylists when I’d get it cut. What? They say those things to everyone? Shut up.

I do like my hair color actually…. on the right days or in the right lighting. When the sun hits it, my hair has all kinds of natural highlights. As you can see from my skin tone I don’t get out in the sun all that often though.

A lot of the time it’s just blah. Boring. Brown. Mousy even. I’ve been told I look like a mouse before, I don’t need my hair helping out that image. So I want a change. I’ve looked pretty much the same since I was, um, 15? I feel like it’s a very grown up thing to dye your hair. Maybe I won’t get carded at the movies anymore.

If Since I’m going to dye my hair I don’t want to go halfway. I want something dramatic. I want people to notice. Last time I cut my hair the only person that noticed (including my sisters and mother) was my brother-in-law. Sad. I’m thinking red. Not like apple red, more deep, almost maroon red. Obviously I’d search out pictures and find a good color before I just go in and say “Dye it red.”

I’m totally open to suggestions though. The only thing I want is for it to be really different. I don’t just want a different color brown and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t pull off blond. So that pretty much leaves me with red right?

Thoughts? Opinions? Comments? Go!

Dog fail

As you probably know by now, I love our little dog Phoebe. She makes me laugh multiple times a day. She’s a joy to have around 99% 95% of the time. Sometimes I wonder if she’s fully aware that’s she’s actually a canine though

Today I took her downstairs to potty and noticed it was actually really beautiful outside. The potty area, while not fenced in, is basically enclosed because it’s surrounded by buildings. I ran around with her a little bit but thought she might have more fun if I got some toys. We ran upstairs, grabbed a ball and a squeaky toy and went back down for what I anticipated would be a fun little game of fetch.

It started out just fine. I kept her lease on so that if she took off I’d have something to grab. I don’t want to jinx anything but so far she’s not the type to make a break for it. Also, if I tell her to stop? She does. Even I’m impressed. Anyway, this was the beginning

Aw! So cute and she seemed to be having a good time.

Very quickly though she seemed to forget the point of the game. I’d throw her ball or toy and she’d run like the wind for it, sniff and then….

Notice the toy way off in the distance? And she’d stand there looking at me like, “What are you going to throw now?

Eventually it was just a game of throw the toy, run to the toy and…

Oh look, a hole!

I tried showing her how to run to the toy and pick it up. I’d squeak it and get her all excited only to throw it and have her completely lose interest. It was like she was thinking

“I just got that thing for you and you throw it away again?!”

So yeah, that whole movie image of a good game of catch with my dog? Not so much… Obviously she is in no part retriever.

More like papillon with a side of ADD.

Phoebe wants you to vote for us!

BlogHer? Who Needs it?

Not going to lie, I’m jealous of all the bloggers heading over to New York for BlogHer. However, with me being on furlough (and not getting a paycheck for almost a year) going just wasn’t realistic for me this year. Even though I’m ok with not going I still felt a little left out of all the

OMG I just got the cutest dress for x cocktail party #BlogHer10

I only have 3 days until I leave and I haven’t even packed yet. #bad #BlogHer10

So, exactly how many extra suitcases will I need for all the swag I’ll be hauling back from #BlogHer10?

tweets. Who wouldn’t?

Thank goodness for Maya of @MarfMom and Stefany of @ToBeThode hosting the No-GoBlogHer Blog Hop. A chance to meet new bloggers without having to pay for a hotel or change out of my sweatpants? Win!


1. When did you start blogging?

The first blog I started was in late 2004. Skywaitress I started in January of 2008. I had a blog (that I rarely updated) in between the two.

2. Why did you start blogging?

The first blog I started was to journal my time as an au pair in The Netherlands. For me personally it’s fun to read back through because there are so many memories. As a blogger I cringe at my lack of paragraph breaks and factual story telling methods.

My second blog isn’t really even worth talking about as I rarely updated it. I did import the archives onto Skywaitress if you’re really interested.

I started this blog (Skywaitress) to keep track of my adventures as a flight attendant. I’ve been furloughed for a year now but I still manage to have plenty of adventures even though I’m not getting paid to have them anymore.

3. What is one thing you are going to do this week that is WAY cooler than going to BlogHer?

Participating in the blog hop of course!

But seriously, I plan on enjoying time at home with my husband and puppy, having a movie night at my grandpa’s house and having my sister and brother-in-law over this weekend to celebrate her birthday. Family is incredibly important to me. I’m lucky enough to be blessed with a ridiculously awesome one.

Oh, and I plan on wearing pajamas a lot. Pajamas are so much cooler than cocktail dresses. Really.

4. Share a post that you think says a lot about you or is your favorite.

I actually had a lot of fun going back through my archives and reading through some of my old posts. I can’t pick just one favorite. I narrowed it down to four.

*Some of my favorite and least favorite things about being a flight attendant. It’s not always the glamorous job people picture. I almost always love it though: On being a flight attendant: The best and the worst

*I’m 24 and even though it’s still a ways off I feel like 30 is creeping up on me. How will I measure if I’ve been successful at being a twenty something? With a list of goals that I’m working to accomplish by the time I turn the big three-oh of course:  30 by 30

*And finally, my tag line for this blog is You only live once, This is how I’m doing it. What I mean by that is I want to look at every day as an adventure. Whether the adventure is big like going to a movie premiere in Sydney: An adventure down under or a making a silly vlog of: A day at the zoo

I hope you enjoyed getting to know my blog. Please look around and leave me a comment to let me know that you did. I look forward to getting to know you and will definitely return the favor. ::smile::

Naughty spot

Phoebe is a great dog. Everyone who meets her loves her. Even people who don’t really like small dogs like her. She’s just a likable girl (she takes after me). She’s also generally really well behaved.

However, she’s not perfect and being 17 months old she’s going through a phase where she is constantly testing her boundaries. It drives me crazy. The thing about dogs is, it’s hard to correct behavior. If you wait a split second too long they have no idea what you’re correcting. Even if you don’t wait too long it’s always questionable if they have any idea what you’re talking about. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said “Why don’t you just speak English?!” to her.

Obviously I don’t expect perfection (ok maybe I kind of do) but when she acts like “come here” means let’s play a fun game of tag, barks at us for no reason or uses our legs as chew toys I get really frustrated. There’s just not much I can do. Obviously yelling at her won’t work because of the whole not speaking English thing. Everything I’ve read says that putting her in her kennel isn’t a good idea because that’s supposed to be her safe spot. We’ve tried just walking away and shutting her out but that also gets annoying when we have to do it every couple of minutes. Sometimes I think she wants to kick us out of the room.

There are times when she just needs a time out. Where to do it though? Not in her kennel because that’s not supposed to be used as a punishment. Not in any particular room because she always seems to find something to get into so I don’t think she’d view it as a punishment. Our little one bedroom apartment only offers so many options.

In a moment of desperation I stuck her in a confined area that we just happened to have laying around and surprisingly it worked! She easily could jump out but so far she doesn’t. When I went back and took her out she listened very nicely… at least for about five minutes. Trust me, at this point I’ll take what I can get.

Behold, our very own naughty spot.

Super Nanny would be so proud.

Tugging at my heart strings

I have a soft spot for all things small and furry.* Things like puppies and kittens make me act and talk like an idiot actually.

I mean, look at their widdle cutie faces

See? Baby talk. Ridiculous. However, I seriously can’t help it.

I bet you can’t either.

Anyway, these darling widdle kitties were found in a friend of mine’s garage the other day. Unfortunately the owner of the home told her she has to get rid of them. Soon. In fact, they may be in danger of getting dumped altogether. That kills me.

I would take them but because of the way our lease works it just isn’t possible. They need a home fast. I don’t want these sweet little kittens to end up on the street or worse. I’ve emailed several local shelters but so far have had no responses. I’m at a loss so I thought I’d turn to the internet. They’re kittens. It can’t be that hard to find a good home for a sweet little kitten, can it?

If you have any ideas or live in the Chicago land area and would like to make one of these sweethearts a part of your family please contact me ASAP.

Please email me for more information: abigail (at) skywaitress (dot) com.


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