Wings WINGS Wings!!

Well, I did it. I got my wings. Can't fly without them. 

I have to admit I almost cried when we had our mini graduation ceremony. It was tough --but we did it-- and the feeling of accomplishment and relief was palpable. 

Then they shuffled us all off to the airport in our squeaky new uniforms and we all went home. Almost anti-climactic. 

Here are some random photos:

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MKE Graduates!!

LOOK! I'm getting my wings!

My room-mate, McGuirk.

She's pretty cute.

Day 19: The last night

So this is the last night I will spend in Indiana for this FA training. Phew. All I have to do is pass the final written test and I will get my wings. I have studied for a while but have to get up at 6 am (or 5:45 by my room-mate's alarm) so I'm going to call it a day. Everything is packed except my toiletries. My uniform is laying out, pressed. A final hush falls over the crowd . . .

Day Off

Didn't do much today. We did move hotel rooms twice since our air conditioner was getting the floor pretty wet in our first room. Then they booked us in the wrong room. So now we are in a third. It's cleaner than our first but they all look the same. Now I am a bit disoriented when I go out in the hall, as to what direction the elevator is. heh.

Anyways, that's the excitement of today - so good-night!

A couple of days ago at the fire dept.:

My friend, MKE, shows us how to put on a PBE (Portable Breathing Equipment).

 

Day Almost Done: But not Quite

Today I got checked off on CPR/AED and had a first aid written test. I passed both.

Then we had people come in and talk to us about payroll and attendance and customer service. The customer service lady read a bunch of letters to us from actual customers. Pretty funny. I don't know if she has a good job or a terrible job.

People are crazy (or maybe I am) and hilarious!

Wow, being a flight attendant sounds like a lot of work - not only keeping all the plates spinning but being super customer serving.  But if you travel with me I'll try to make your trip pleasant.

I'll also try to come up with something more interesting to write about. I have to say that I am really beat and will be glad for the constant high stress to be over with. . . supposing it does get over with.

sigh

It's my Birthday.

I'm so tired I want to punch myself in the face.

Evacuate! Evacuate!

More exciting for me than for you . . .