Thursday, October 31, 2013

Goodbye Virgin.

This was definitely not a blog post I expected to ever have to write. So as I sit here with tear-stained cheeks and a heavy heart, I figured I might as well get this over with and share with you the events of my life-changing day.

As of 12:00pm today, I am no longer a part of Virgin America's family and it truly saddens me to type that.

It's also possible I'm still in a state of shock. I've been going through major ups and downs with my emotions since this devastating news and I'm not quite sure how to handle it just yet (other than immediately opening a bottle of pinot noir. obviously.) I cry. I feel numb. I've been in bed for hours. I cry again. I stare vacantly. Then I drink more wine. And then eeevvvery now and then there's a little glimmer of hope that things always have a way of working themselves out and soon enough I'll realize why this learning experience was a good thing for me. Then I get sad again, cry a little, and take another swig.

So you're probably wondering what the hell happened because wait, wasn't I just ranting and raving basically every single day about this new adventure of mine and how much I was loving it and acing every single exam and sharing all of the great plans I had for my life that revolved around this new career?! Yes, I was.

Until today.

Yesterday in training, the instructors asked us to all take out our "required items" that we need to have with us at all times when we're flying. Things like our manual, ID badge, passport, flashlight, extra batteries, working watch, etc. So I pull out my manual, badge, passport, flashlight, watch..... except, wait, I don't have any extra batteries. Shoot. Well, I can just borrow some from my friend because I remember my teacher saying that was acceptable to do. No big deal. Plus, this is training, we're not actually flying right now, so it should be okay.

"Michelle, do you have your extra batteries?"

"No," I reply a little sheepishly, because it's not usually like me to be unprepared, especially in important situations like this. But, at break time, I got 2 batteries from my friend and brought them to the instructors to show that I now had some.

Everything was A-Okay, right? W-R-O-N-G.

Apparently, because they weren't my batteries, it was a performance issue. No ifs, ands, or buts. (And since earlier in the training, I had turned my cell phone off at my desk instead of outside the class, this was now considered my second issue and was grounds for a discussion.)

So today, at lunch time, I was pulled aside by my instructor and the manager of the training program to have that discussion. And I thought it would be just that: a discussion. But unfortunately, it was explained to me that it was a second performance issue and I knew this was a required item but did not comply. Which, yes, technically is true, but, but,'re letting me go over BATTERIES?!

So then here's the part where I usually start to go through the mourning period of anger, but then have to stop myself, because as much as I hate to admit it, it is completely, 100% my fault. I should have known better. Here I was focusing so much on trying to succeed in the program, studying for all of my exams, participating in class, being in compliance, when I overlooked something so simple. Batteries. Fucking batteries. Excuse my language.

I'm sad.
I'm embarrassed.
I'm disappointed.
I'm confused.
I'm shocked.
But mostly, I feel like I've let everyone down.

I haven't even told my friends yet. I don't know what to say. It's only been three weeks and I got kicked out of training? Me?? How is this possible? I just don't understand. And what's worse is that for the last month, I've been building this up so much and telling everyone and anyone how excited I was, and now? Oh, just kidding, I was lying about it all.

A few people in my class told me, "Don't worry, chin up! You'll find something BETTER!"

And all I can think is: This WAS my better!

This was what I felt like I had been waiting for all my life. I felt that I had finally found something I was passionate about. Not just flying, but the company in general! It was Virgin America that made me excited to be there every day and grow with the company. I don't want to just hop on over to Southwest for god's sake, it just wouldn't be the same! (No offense to any SW folks out there, but I mean, come on.)

I don't really know what else to say at this point, so excuse me while I lay back down with my Pinot and sulk a little more.

I'll tell you one thing though, I'm keeping that damn trench coat!

P.S. Would it be too soon to go out tonight and dress up as a flight attendant for Halloween? mmmyeah... too soon.


PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket Photobucket

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Don't worry, I didn't get shot.

Yeah, you heard me. Shot.

Let me give you a little 4-1-1, mmk? Sunday, around 12:30 (I really don't know the time, actually, I'm just guessing, but that's beside the point), The Dizzle called me and said,

"BOO! Did you hear? There's been a shooting on Chestnut!!"

(Again, I don't think those were his exact words, but I'm trying to make this story entertaining.)

Wait, what?! SHOOTING? On CHESTNUT?!

Here are three key facts you should know before I continue:

1. Chestnut is just 2 blocks from my house.
2. The Dizzle works ON CHESTNUT and was maybe only a crosswalk or two away from the shooting!
3. Our neighborhood, here in San Francisco, also known as "The Marina," is particularly known for how safe it is, so to have a SHOOTING is quite preposterous if you ask me!

But alas, a shooting.

Our neighborhood looked like this all day Sunday:

APPARENTLY, some guy had a gun and then pistol-whipped some other guy in the head, whilst trying to steal the guy's backpack? Then the cops came and the guy started running away and jumped in some bushes to hide? But then he turned the gun on the cops and then the cops shot the guy? And now the guy is supposedly in critical condition in the hospital? (Clearly I read the news thoroughly and know my facts to a tee.)

Anyway, no casualties were injured (I think), and my main man, V Dizzle, is safe and sound!

So then, of course, I had to bake chocolate chip cookies to calm our nerves and bring us some comfort on this violent-filled day of ours!

...and when I say "bake," I really mean I opened a box of Krusteaz, mixed the powder with an egg, then threw it in the oven for about 12 minutes.

But I'll tell you what.

BOMB. As in bomb dot com. As in I know no one ever says that anymore, but I think we should bring it back, because sometimes something is just really good and that's the only description I can think of.

So there's the first half of my week for ya.

Oh, and also?

Virgin America just released their newest safety video today, and well, my only question is:


(Have I mentioned I love my job?)


PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket Photobucket

Saturday, October 26, 2013

This one's for you, Mom.

Hi Mama!

How's life in good ol' Georgia going for you? I feel like we haven't talked in so long and ever since I got this email from you, I've been meaning to call!

I've been really busy with training and by the time I get home, all I want to do is curl up in bed with a bottle glass of wine and zone out. But perhaps the thought of calling you still means something ;) Isn't it crazy to think that when I was halfway across the world we often talked more on the phone than now, when I'm actually living in the same country as you? I must get better at calling!

Anyway, here's a little update with what's been going on up in hurr:

I've really been enjoying training! It's SO much information, but good information. So far we've had 3 exams, and I got 100% on all three! No surprise, I know, I know ;) You're my mom, so I can brag to you. However, I will tell you some unfortunate information that won't make you quite as proud. I kind of, sort of got in trouble for my cell phone the other day. Apparently we have to turn them off outside of the classroom, not at our desks. So one of the teachers had to have a little talk with me after class and tell me that "though I was extremely smart, I needed to be careful and not have my phone out in the classroom" as it is a "performance issue." <--- Whoops. :(

(Do you like how I made a point to tell you that he said I was 'extremely smart'? There I go bragging again...)


I got my uniform this week and I tried it on at home and got really excited! I mean, how cute is this trench coat??? It's still crazy to think that in just a mere 3 WEEKS I'll be an actual flight attendant, up in the air, flying all around the country! (That is if I don't get kicked out of training before then...)

You know what else I'm really excited about? The people I'm meeting! (Most)Everyone is super friendly and outgoing and I feel like I'm starting to develop some great friendships. A group of us went to happy hour last night and it was so much fun. Remember when I was at Pottery Barn and everyone BUT ME would go to happy hour? Yeah, not anymore, suckers! Look who's popular now! I mean, helloooo, look who's standing in the middle.... ha! Just kidding. Not really though.

Oh, also, I feel like the grandma of the classroom. Everyone is like 22 or 23 years old and then there's ancient me. Yes, ancient is apparently 27 in my book. Perhaps, when hiring me, they thought I was younger due to my Asian genes? ;)

Let's see, what else?

Oh! I must tell you about my day today! I met Verner's mama at Macy's this morning because they were having a One Day Sale and she invited me to go shoe shopping so I could find a comfortable pair for when I'm in the air! (She's always looking out for me like that.)

So anyway, we get there and I have the guy bring me like 6 different pairs of shoes. And of course, because I'm cursed like this, I like the MOST expensive pair that isn't even on sale!!! But let me tell you, Mom, these heels felt like I was walking on clouds. So you know what Marion did? She BOUGHT them for me! I couldn't believe it. And THEN, as if that wasn't enough, she bought me two pairs of pantyhose because I told her that all of the ones I had were ripped.

I tell ya, that woman has a heart of gold. You can rest assured that while you are living on the other side of the country, there's a "mama" taking good care of your daughter in the meantime ;)

I can't wait until these flight benefits kick in, though. I was missing you a lot today. I can't wait until I can just fly out on my free days and see you whenever I want! Hallelujah for this new opportunity, eh?

Speaking of, I am going to find out next Friday where I'll be based! Fingers crossed I get SFO. Part of me feels like this opportunity came at just the perfect timing, and everything came together and aligned itself for me to get this position effortlessly and seamlessly; I feel like it was meant to be in a way! So with that SAID, I feel as though the universe can't just give me this position and then throw me across the country to New York! It's meant to be that I get to stay here in San Francisco, right?! Right. ;)

Okay, I'm rambling. It's time for me to shut it down and turn on the movie as Verner is oh-so patiently waiting for me to be done blogging :) Speaking of Verner though, he's doing great, keeping busy with work and such. He says hi. Oh, and did you see that note he left for me in the car a few mornings ago?

I mean, really now. How did I get so lucky? :)

Okay! Time to go!

I love you, Mom!
I WILL call you this week, I promise!
I hope everything is great!




PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket Photobucket

Sunday, October 20, 2013


Tomorrow starts week two (of five) for my flight attendant training. I can't believe how much information there is to learn with this job. Apparently it's not just about handing out peanuts and looking pretty anymore (kidding)! In fact, there are training days dedicated to delivering babies, firefighting, and SELF DEFENSE! Say whaaaaat? Better believe I'll bust out my ninja skills if a passenger crosses the line!


(Hahaha - That gif is killing me.)

Seriously though, this has been such a great week. Every morning, when I wake up at the butt crack of dawn, I'm so excited to get up and get moving so I can learn more and hang out with everyone. I can honestly tell you that NO OTHER job in my life has made me feel this excited to wake up at god-awful hours or to go in on a Saturday. This must be a good sign, yes??

Here's the one iffy part with my situation, though. Upon interviewing for this job, they asked me, "Are you willing to relocate if need be?" And of course, wanting to come across as easy-going and a team player, I responded with, "Absolutely!! New York? No problem!!!"

All the while thinking there was no way that would actually happen and hell no I don't want to relocate.

However, I'm quickly learning it very well could be part of my near future.

Next week, we get to "bid" for our home base. The choices are between SFO, LAX, and JFK.

This is the order I will be putting them:

1. San Francisco (SFO)
2. Los Angeles (LAX)
3. New York (JFK)

We will have confirmation on NOVEMBER 1ST as to where we will be assigned. And then, we will have TWO WEEKS until we graduate and have to move to where we have been assigned. TWO!

I am majorly crossing my fingers that I'm not assigned to New York. I mean, don't get me wrong, I do love that city, but it's just that we've only been in San Francisco for 5 months! That's not nearly long enough, people! I've just begun to really feel like this is home for us and I'm not ready to give it up just yet, you know what I mean?

Plus, our apartment lease isn't up until June and we just got this car as well. So if I DO get assigned there, it looks like The Dizzle and I will be long-distance lovers for a little while. And let me tell you, I have done the long-distance thing and me no likey.

But anyway, I'm trying not to stress about it because I could very well stay here in San Francisco and then there was no point in worrying about it in the first place. So I will just hope for the best and trust that it will all work out okay (because doesn't it usually?).

Buuuttt just in case, and to go along with the whole "plan for the worst" thing, any New Yorkers out there looking for a new roomie??? Eh? Eh??? Could be amaaaazzzinnnggg. ;)


PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket Photobucket

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Just keeping it classy, like I always do. Not.

Of course this would be me on day 3 of training, with no pair to spare. And of course, instead of just taking them off and being "nude-legged," I kept them on. All day. Have I told you how classy I am? No? Well, okay, now you know. Don't worry, after training, I hopped myself over to the new City Target and bought myself a brand new pair of sexy pantyhose. Scratch that. Panty hose and sexy cannot be combined in the same sentence.

Now, just for fun, I am going to list 5 fun facts from my day:

1. We got fitted for our new uniforms! They were designed by Banana Republic, and I must say, once I put those cute clothes on, complete with a super cute RED trench coat, I got all giddy and excited inside because holy crap! this is really happening and sometimes I still can't believe it.

2. I have lost two blog followers since announcing this job and I can only take that to mean they hate flight attendants.

3. One girl in my class went to BYU and personally knew Sydney. As in Sydney from The Daybook. As in, if you're a blogger, you know who this person is because she's Mormon and has a ginormous blog. This girl in my class may or may not have said Sydney is a giant B in real life. No comment.

4. As a flight attendant, you are not allowed to drink within 12 hours of reporting for duty. TWELVE. All I will say about that is when I have a layover in Cancun and it's about 8:00pm and I have to fly the next morning at 8:00am, I will look like this -->  :(

5. This morning,my lipstick looked like this:

This afternoon my lipstick baaaasssiccalllyyyy looked like this:

Like I said, classy.


PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket Photobucket

Monday, October 14, 2013

I was the girl in mom jeans and sneakers.

I'm home, in bed, and I'm exhausted.

I decided to be extra prepared for my first day of training, so I woke up at 5:30am, after a night filled with little sleep and when I did manage to sleep, all I did was dream about airplane terminology. I was on the road at 6:15, hair up in a not-so-sexy ponytail, but I made it work sans Bump it or sock bun. I just didn't have the patience for that so early in the morning!

We didn't have to "report for duty" until 8:00am. And do you know what time I pulled up into that parking lot this morning??


So there I was, sitting in my little hamster car, still pitch black out in an empty parking lot, with an hour and twenty minutes to spare.


7:20 rolled around and I couldn't wait any longer, I finally took the plunge and went inside.

But can we first talk about what I was wearing?

Today, and just today, we were asked to wear jeans and "sneakers." I was so paranoid about making sure I followed directions accordingly, so I took sneakers to mean: gym shoes. I thought for a split second that perhaps I would wear my Chucks, but again, I didn't want to be the one standing out who didn't follow directions.

So old-pink-and-grey-gym-shoes-that-are-more-like-pink-and-brown-gym-shoes-and-have-been-worn-through-more-than-100-miles-of-running it is!

Allow me to just tell you how much I hate the look of jeans with sneakers. I just can't. I looked like I was ready for a day at Home Depot, ready to plow my fields or something. Plus, normally, I would wear skinny jeans, but I just felt that it would be even more awkward wearing skinny jeans with sneakers, so instead, I busted out my boot-cut jeans for an all-around Mom Jean/Sneaker combo.

Sexy, I know.

So there I am, at 7:20, walking in, full of Mom Jean/Sneaker glory, prepared for what the day had to bring!

A few minutes later, as the room started to fill up with ladies (and a few 'gents), I noticed something.....


Why didn't I just decide to wear my cool shoes? Why did I have to take their instructions so literally and actually wear my old, gross, gym sneakers?! Ugh.

Anyway - other than that slight disgrace to my Fashion Degree I earned so long ago, the day was actually a really good day.

We were split into teams and got to go on a 3-hour scavenger hunt all through San Francisco, taking photos of our group at different locations, like Coit Tower and Pier 39. Not too shabby for my first day of work, eh?

Plus, it's night and DAY compared to my last job, socially speaking. Everyone is so so nice and so so normal. We had easy conversation, we were laughing, we were supportive; it just felt like such a great atmosphere all day.

After our day of orientation, they held a little social gathering for us all to mingle and get to know each other, and get this, there were beverages. All you can drink beverages. And I'm talking wine and beer beverages to be exact. Don't worry, I kept it classy with just 2 glasses, but I mean, come on!

If things continue on the way they did today, I think this company and I will get along just swimmingly.


PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket Photobucket

Sunday, October 13, 2013

There I go rambling again.

Oh hi there. How was your week (I realize it is now Sunday afternoon and perhaps a tad late to talk about this past week, but I haven't written since Wednesday, so we'll just press on)? Mine went quick. Too quick.

But alas, my study-filled week has come to an end. Tomorrow, I embark on my very first day of training. I'm excited. Very excited. I'm also happy to report that I am prepared. I put in the work, I put in the hours, and now my brain has been filled with over 200 definitions and acronyms pertaining to the airline world. Go ahead, quiz me. I even know the military alphabet, too. I feel so official. ;)

And hydrated. I feel so hydrated.

But you know what I don't feel prepared on? That gosh-darn hair of mine.

I got all of the reinforcements. I even got myself a Bump-it (c/o of my friend Jamie who mailed me hers and saved me the embarrassment of actually having to purchase one in a store - thankyou!!!).

But lord have mercy, I cannot for the life of me figure out how to do this shiz!

You see that sock bun thing up there? Every time I try to put it in, I feel like my hair is too layered and it just splays all over the place when I try to roll it down into a bun. I even tried to just wrap it around the bun thing, but then I felt like my hair wasn't long enough to actually cover the entire thing. I'm doomed. I'll just have to be the frumpy ponytail stewardess who has no poise or lift in her hair. C'est la vie.

I do like the hairspray though. So there's that.

Anyway, I report for training at 0800 (<---that's right, I learned the 24-Hour clock, too). And for the next 5 weeks will be submerged in my new world!

Do you know what I've realized just now? This new job will be my 7th job since I was 18. That's SEVEN jobs in just 9 years. It's not that I'm afraid of commitment, but well, it's that I've just never found the right fit. So I'm really hoping this is the one. Please let it be the one. Even my mother told me,  "Now, Michelle, DON'T just get bored after 3 months and quit! Stick this one out and really go for it to see if you like it!"

I mean, I know I only gave Pottery Barn 3 months of my life, but I can't help it if it's blatantly obvious how much I dislike a job. For the sanity of myself and the sanity of those around me, it was necessary to make a quick exit.

But I have a good feeling about this new adventure of mine. I really do. Maybe this will be the one. Maybe I'll finally know what it's like to be with a company for longer than 2 years. Maybe I'll be a lifer? Or, ya know, maybe I'll up and move to Thailand and live in a hut for the rest of my life. Who knows. But, I'm willing to bet on the former. ;)

Here's to a great week, friends! Catch ya on the flip side.


PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket Photobucket

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Please excuse me.

Pardon my silence over on these parts of mine, but I am about yay high (visualize me holding my hand above my head) in memorizing aviation lingo such as airport codes, aircraft terms, time zones, military alphabet, 100 different acronyms.... You know, easy things like that.

So while I'm looking at a picture like the below, trying to wrap my mind around what exactly ailerons are, I hope you are out and about, enjoying your Wednesday. It is Wednesday, right? Oh dear sweet baby Jesus, that means I only have 5 more days to memorize all of this!

Wish me luck.

I may have to pull out the big guns. I don't really know what my big guns are at this point, but if you find them, let me know.


PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket Photobucket

Monday, October 7, 2013

I think I need a Bump-It

This past week, my email has been bombarded with welcome packets and study guides on becoming a new "In-Flight Team Member," complete with very specific rules and regulations for my appearance. There are make-up guidelines, nail polish guidelines, uniform guidelines, shoe guidelines, and of course, hair guidelines.

Everything listed above I feel quite confident on being able to handle.

All except ONE: My hair.

Basically, in a nutshell, my hair must be up at all times and NO WISPIES!

Here's the thing though: My hair UP equals a disaster area. I have no idea how to do "updo's".

Case in point, see below. WISP CENTRAL.

I mean, jeeeeezzzz woman, ever hear of a hairbrush? In doing this little collage project for you, I have quickly come to realize just how lazy I have become in the hair department. Poor Dizzle. It's a good thing he loves me so.

As you can see, I'm not really one for a fancy updo. I mean, I don't even own hairspray! That's got to be a flight attendant SIN.

I Googled images for acceptable Flight Attendant 'Do's, and every picture that popped up looked a little something like this:

Do you know what these ladies have in common??

They are wisp-free!

I'm assuming that's where hairspray would come in.

Hairspray and Bumpits.

I'm honestly considering getting one of those things. Don't be jealous.

Okay, but seriously, what else can I do to fix this rat's nest of mine?! Besides, obviously, combing it once in a blue moon.

Any hair product suggestions?

Please help.


A Soon-To-Be Flight Attendant Who Doesn't Own Hairspray.


PhotobucketPhotobucketPhotobucket Photobucket


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...