Was in the back galley resting between services.
Mink spotted a hole in the left leg of my stockings and made some naughty remarks which I didn't catch.
Some moments later, I dug at the hole with my index finger.
Mink : Don't put your finger into your hole! (+ultra naughty smile)
Laughter all 'round.
Me : It's MY finger and it's MY hole! I can do whatever I like with it!
Everyone : GROANNN!!!
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Most Miserable Layover
Some inhuman guys changed my Frankfurt flight to a double sector Dubai-Addis Ababa-Entebbe flight.
Geez!!! I was even planning to buy some huge, fresh grapes and eating some Thai food in Frankfurt!
At first I thought,"Oh well, at least I had another Frankfurt right before this one," so I didn't think about it that much.
But when everyone started saying how I shouldn't have agreed to do that in the briefing room, I was having second thoughts. But it wasn't like I could really do anything.
Those guys at scheduling will only give shit to you or you can either absorb everything or give shit to them and end up being marked absent for your duty and have your manager send you a warning letter and basically have everything messed up for you in the company.
So, see, I'm just a poor little lamb.
In case you didn't know, Addis Ababa is in Ethiopia and Entebbe is in Uganda. Both are in the African region.
The names of places in Africa are all pretty funky, huh? Like, Mombasa. Every time I hear that name, I just feel like some black lady in a colourful tribal African dress is gonna dance with a cabasa in her hand or something.
Anyway, I thought that well, I'd just have to accept that.
But I regretted...BIG time when I reached the hotel.
The hotel looked up-to-standard though. Nothing wrong with it at first glance.
I dropped all my bags and checked out the hotel room first thing I got inside.
Bathroom was a bit too small but otherwise, everything was okay.
But then the shower cap was missing...
My hair turns into a big frizzy nightmare if it comes into contact with dampness or water, which is why I never wash it during normal 24-hour layovers.
If I have to wash it during long trips, then I'd have to bring along my hair straightening iron.
Thus, you could say that I can't live without shower caps.
I called housekeeping and horrors of horrors, the guy told me their shower caps were out of stock!
OH. MY. GOD.
Which self-reputable hotel in this world will allow its shower caps to be out of stock?!!
It's like, THE most basic of all necessities! And also the one that a lot of people don't use! So since so many people aren't using them, how can you still have the cheek to let them be depleted to zero? This is simply ridiculous!
The guy said that his colleague will find one for me and being the good guest that I always am, I thanked him and just asked them to try their best without making any fuss about it. I did ask them to try their best and send one to me as soon as they find one, though.
And as anticipated, no shower caps showed up.
I was starving and dead tired so I ordered room service. The menu choice onboard was pretty bad for that flight so I didn't really ate anything. As you can imagine, I was looking forward to some mouth-watering food.
But another crew told me earlier that the hotel food sucked. So she brought her own food.
But I had no choice and I thought, given the level of hunger I was in at that point, I was pretty confident that any mediocre food would taste like heaven to me.
The food arrived and I simply couldn't wait to dig in.
The room service menu didn't offer much variety either.
So I ordered Classic French Onion Soup and Penne Pasta in Tomato and Meat Sauce.
The soup was okay, but a bit too salty.
The penne pasta looked like a mountain, literally. It was in such a humongous quantity that I wished that it had better be good.
One mouthful and I felt like dumping the whole thing into the toilet bowl.
It was bland and the only taste was the minced beef.
I was telling myself that things couldn't get worse and was ready to submit to my poor fate that day.
So I thought I would just watch TV while I ate to take my mind off the less-than-sumptuous meal.
At first I thought maybe the battery of the remote control was out. And some of the wording printed on the remote's button were used so frequently that they were so worn out that I couldn't really know what I was pressing.
But as I found out, there was something wrong with the remote, but nothing to do with the battery.
I had to press the damn channel buttons so fucking hard that my thumb hurt. I felt like my nails were gonna snap or fall out. And I'm tellin' ya, my nails were quite short.
I actually had to use my left and right thumbs alternatively because it became too much for each thumb to handle. And I had to rest in between just to switch channels.
How miserable is that?
Geez!!! I was even planning to buy some huge, fresh grapes and eating some Thai food in Frankfurt!
At first I thought,"Oh well, at least I had another Frankfurt right before this one," so I didn't think about it that much.
But when everyone started saying how I shouldn't have agreed to do that in the briefing room, I was having second thoughts. But it wasn't like I could really do anything.
Those guys at scheduling will only give shit to you or you can either absorb everything or give shit to them and end up being marked absent for your duty and have your manager send you a warning letter and basically have everything messed up for you in the company.
So, see, I'm just a poor little lamb.
In case you didn't know, Addis Ababa is in Ethiopia and Entebbe is in Uganda. Both are in the African region.
The names of places in Africa are all pretty funky, huh? Like, Mombasa. Every time I hear that name, I just feel like some black lady in a colourful tribal African dress is gonna dance with a cabasa in her hand or something.
Anyway, I thought that well, I'd just have to accept that.
But I regretted...BIG time when I reached the hotel.
The hotel looked up-to-standard though. Nothing wrong with it at first glance.
I dropped all my bags and checked out the hotel room first thing I got inside.
Bathroom was a bit too small but otherwise, everything was okay.
But then the shower cap was missing...
My hair turns into a big frizzy nightmare if it comes into contact with dampness or water, which is why I never wash it during normal 24-hour layovers.
If I have to wash it during long trips, then I'd have to bring along my hair straightening iron.
Thus, you could say that I can't live without shower caps.
I called housekeeping and horrors of horrors, the guy told me their shower caps were out of stock!
OH. MY. GOD.
Which self-reputable hotel in this world will allow its shower caps to be out of stock?!!
It's like, THE most basic of all necessities! And also the one that a lot of people don't use! So since so many people aren't using them, how can you still have the cheek to let them be depleted to zero? This is simply ridiculous!
The guy said that his colleague will find one for me and being the good guest that I always am, I thanked him and just asked them to try their best without making any fuss about it. I did ask them to try their best and send one to me as soon as they find one, though.
And as anticipated, no shower caps showed up.
I was starving and dead tired so I ordered room service. The menu choice onboard was pretty bad for that flight so I didn't really ate anything. As you can imagine, I was looking forward to some mouth-watering food.
But another crew told me earlier that the hotel food sucked. So she brought her own food.
But I had no choice and I thought, given the level of hunger I was in at that point, I was pretty confident that any mediocre food would taste like heaven to me.
The food arrived and I simply couldn't wait to dig in.
The room service menu didn't offer much variety either.
So I ordered Classic French Onion Soup and Penne Pasta in Tomato and Meat Sauce.
The soup was okay, but a bit too salty.
The penne pasta looked like a mountain, literally. It was in such a humongous quantity that I wished that it had better be good.
One mouthful and I felt like dumping the whole thing into the toilet bowl.
It was bland and the only taste was the minced beef.
I was telling myself that things couldn't get worse and was ready to submit to my poor fate that day.
So I thought I would just watch TV while I ate to take my mind off the less-than-sumptuous meal.
At first I thought maybe the battery of the remote control was out. And some of the wording printed on the remote's button were used so frequently that they were so worn out that I couldn't really know what I was pressing.
But as I found out, there was something wrong with the remote, but nothing to do with the battery.
I had to press the damn channel buttons so fucking hard that my thumb hurt. I felt like my nails were gonna snap or fall out. And I'm tellin' ya, my nails were quite short.
I actually had to use my left and right thumbs alternatively because it became too much for each thumb to handle. And I had to rest in between just to switch channels.
How miserable is that?
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