It was crew scheduling again. Even though I was literally in the hallway, walking toward the elevator, they told me that there had been another change in my assignment. Instead of working in Las Vegas and then to Indianapolis, they told me I was now going to work to Denver, then on to Indianapolis. Now I didn’t have to be at the airport for another 3 hours or so- that I would be filling in for a flight attendant who had to call in sick when they were already working a trip.

Before my flight pushed back, I checked the temperature outside. -2°. I love the cold, even when it’s THIS hard- it’s magical. En route to Denver, I took a picture of the fields below. Not a bad view from the office!

By the time I landed in Denver, there was yet another message to call my scheduling department. No longer am I needed to go to Indianapolis. Instead, I’m off to Minneapolis. I do understand that flight attendants get sick. I also understand that there will be weather and mechanical delays and cancellations in this industry. Still, I am starting to feel like the flight attendant whipping boy.

After three hours of “airport appreciation” in Denver, I worked one more leg to MSP in Minnesota. I worried that there would be another message letting me know about yet another assignment change. Luckily, there was no such message. I was free to head to the hotel.

After changing out of my uniform, I walked over to The Mall of America for a few minutes. Even though it’s very close to the hotel, it was a strenuous walk. It was only 5° out, and so I felt an instant and constant ice cream headache. I don’t think the north pole would feel much different.

Even though I only worked two legs, I am exhausted. I can’t wait to climb into bed and nod off. Even though I wondered where I’d end up, it was still a good day. I was blessed to meet so many new coworkers and report that all the passengers were great.