I have not been hungry lately. Anyone who knows me knows that this is VERY uncommon for me. I love food, I love to eat, I enjoy eating. If I am depressed I eat. If I'm happy, I eat. The past week or so I have been both sad and happy. It's a very odd sensation as most times my emotions are very straightforward. So I'm just going with it and for now I'll be content to not be hungry.
Day Two of Hot Reserve Thus Far:
Got up on time (Hooray!)
Ate Breakfast at the Super 8 (And discovered the world's worst cup of coffee in the process)
Got to the crew room 20 min. early, called on and was told I'm sitting hot reserve tomorrow (of course)
Have thus far downloaded two albums off iTunes (and I've only been on the clock for two hours)
Open to suggestions for cheap (in other words free) entertainment on the internet. Anyone?!
For those of you not in the know about the glamorous life of a flight attendant, take note.
As a new flight attendant to rule of thumb is you start out on reserve. This is a nice way of saying you're on call. You get assigned certain days in which you'll be 'on reserve'. At my company it's for a 12 hour block of time and you get paid for 4 hours of that time. Usually it's 3am to 3pm, however, say you get sent out on a one day trip on Friday. Now, it's just one day, so most likely it'll be at least four legs and you'll be getting back to your base at night. Let's say you get home at 8pm. Crew scheduling (who are in charge of the day to day schedule of said flight attendant) will notify you that since you don't have 12 hours in between this trip and your reserve period the next day they're moving your reserve time to 8am. Totally sucks, because while you're on reserve you have to be able to get to the airport within an hour and a half of a call from scheduling. So basically you're sitting aroundwaiting for a call that may or may not come. Somewhat lame.
Now there is also 'Hot Reserve'. On hot, you are on call 10 hours instead of the usual 12 and you do get paid for five hours instead of four. Here's the catch: the whole time you are at the airport waiting for a phone call. Basically, you're their bitch.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job, love flying, love (most of) our passengers. But today I'm their bitch. From 11am- 9pm.
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