The hotel shuttle dropped us off at Boston’s Logan International Airport at about 0730.

Our flight was scheduled to leave at 0815. After the passengers boarded and we were ready for pushback, our captain got on the P.A. to inform us that some kind of indicator light was broken. This meant that we’d have to call contract maintenance over to take a look. We all crossed our fingers that it would be a simple fix. As it turned out, it wasn’t an easy fix at all.

About half an hour later, the mechanic informed us that the plane would be out of commission until he could get the necessary part flown in from Dallas to fix the problem. We now had to deplane all the passengers and wait for another plane to be available. It took about 3 hours to get the needed part from Baltimore, rather than Dallas, and another 2 hours to be fixed. It ended up being about a 6-hour delay when we boarded the same plane, pushed back from the gate, de-iced, and flew a close-to-five-hour flight to Denver.

I’m thankful for the fact that this is an A.M. trip. If this had happened later in the day, we would have been stuck an extra night in Boston, and my work’s scheduling department would have had to pull my next trip, and I’m really looking forward to that one. I’m also thankful that all of the passengers were extremely nice to us other than one rude man. Sometimes passengers tend to blame us for things out of our control since they need to blame somebody present.

Every other passenger understood that this wasn’t our fault and that we had places we needed to be just like them. The rude man I’m referring to came to the front galley, just before we were getting ready to leave and told me (in a very grumpy tone) that he was agitated because not only was it his wife’s birthday, but they were going to be late for their dinner reservations in Denver. I wanted to say something very sarcastic to him but held my tongue. All I could do was apologize for something that was 100% out of our control.

I’m happy to be lying in bed at the crashpad and am about to drift off to sleep. Even though I only had to work one leg, that long wait this morning has caused me to be extremely exhausted. Tomorrow I’ll rest and get ready to fly again on Monday.

Boston is cold tonight.

The weather forecast says it may continue to snow into the night and again in the early morning. Unfortunately, this won’t be enough to leave us stranded here. I would love to be stranded! Years ago, this happened to me twice in one season- both times, I happened to be in Providence, Rhode Island at the time. Nasty storms had swept through Baltimore, Maryland, and since I was based there, the closed airport kept me from getting back. Stranded pay is very, very pretty on my paycheck! Maybe I would have gotten my wish had I been here two or three nights ago.

If it weren’t for the cold, I probably would have ventured into the city. I’m not afraid of the harsh temperatures, but I didn’t really bring a large enough jacket with me. Boston is one of the many cities I need to explore. The only time I’ve been to this city was when I was very young. All I remember is visiting the North Church, and I think I recall some statue of Abraham Lincoln that had a shiny nose. The shine was because tourists like to rub the nose for good luck. Maybe we were somewhere else, though. I’m not quite sure.

Today I worked my very first international leg.

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The First “Cancunian” I’ve ever met!

My flight was from Denver to Cancun and then back up to Austin. I just wish that we could have spent the entire night in Cancun, but we were only there on the ground for just under an hour. It’s so exciting that the company is adding all these new international destinations (Destinations Map: https://www.southwest.com/flight/routemap_dyn.html)! I asked one of our operations agents if I could have a picture with her. I told her this was because she was the first “Cancunian” I’d ever met. She laughed and smiled for the picture.

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Check your tires!

When we were getting ready for push back this morning in Nashville, one of our ramp agents noticed something “funny” with one of the tires on our plane. Even though we had already closed the doors and completed our safety demonstration, our captain decided that it would be best to have a maintenance person come and take a look.

I’m thrilled that this was his decision! After maintenance took a look, they decided that it was best to change the tire. Even though this resulted in an hour delay from our push time, it sure beats the alternative! Today I’m thankful that they noticed what could have been a significant problem or disaster by the time we landed in Los Angeles.

On our first leg, I spoke with a pastor with his wife, traveling via Los Angeles to Salt Lake City. They have a ten-year-old son who has Downs Syndrome and is on their way to pick up their newborn daughter, whom they adopted through an organization called Faithful Adoption Consultants. I understand that this group works with a bunch of different adoption agencies to help qualified couples find a baby.

This couple has decided to keep the adoption semi-open, so when their new little girl is old enough, she’ll be taught who her biological parents are and may even be able to keep up some sort of correspondence with them. I told the pastor’s wife about this blog, and she shared her own URL with me: http://theupsideofdowns.blogspot.com.

Celebrity sighting: Sitting on our second leg from Los Angeles to Albuquerque, I recognized Scott Wolf (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0937930/) on the front row. I’m not a celebrity worshipper, but it’s still extraordinary to acknowledge them. He looked like he had a lot on his mind, and he was too bothered to stop and ask for a picture with him.

I’m sitting in my hotel room in Albuquerque. I just finished some dang delicious green chili chicken soup from the ABQ Sunport (the restaurant is called El Comida Bueno). One of my crew members commutes from here, so she went home to sleep in her own bed. I sometimes do this when I have Salt Lake City overnights if my overnight is long enough that it’s worth the drive.

I’d like to give a shoutout to my new friend D’Lene, whom I met on my commute flight from Salt Lake City to Denver this morning. She was incredibly nice and even though she told me she was shy, we had a good and long chat about everything from hiking to online dating to driving the Alaska Highway (an item on my bucket list). Our entire conversation was so inspiring. Consequently, she reminded me a lot of my cousin Cathy, whom I haven’t seen in quite a few years. D’Lene was in northern Utah visiting some family but works as a psychology professor at a community college in the state of Washington. Wouldn’t you know, the most affordable way for her to fly from Utah back to Washington was to connect through Denver.

At the moment I’m sitting in the inflight crew lounge at Denver International Airport, waiting for my first plane to arrive. Even though I hate working these PM shifts, it was sure nice to spend one extra night at home. That usually makes it all worth it. I guess I should reserve my judgment until I meet and work with my crew. My coworkers can make or break a trip.

 

I’m sitting at the crashpad, chatting with Victor, one of our newly hired flight attendants. The boy talks a lot, but he passes the test since he seems to be very kind. This is his second month at the airline, and he was just telling me about his hellish commute from Oakland to Denver last night. The poor boy almost got stranded at LAX. Even though he didn’t land until the wee hours of the morning, he still made it.

His stories brought back many memories from just over 10 years ago when I too was new to this world of traveling for a living. I am the first one in my family to travel for a living and it’s been a great ride. It was new, fun and exciting, but nothing compares to what it is now. Like any job, after awhile the longer you’re a flight attendant, the better things can be. That is the case if you love what you’re doing. As great as it was, I wouldn’t go back to those first days for anything.

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